fandomhighdorms | 5th floor common room- Monday evening

Susan knew that this place was much different than her own world- it still felt strange to think of it that way but she supposed that was the best way to put it- and she was determined to adapt as quickly as possible. The most glaring differences were the technological ones, and so she'd started there.

She'd quickly decided that anyone who took longer than five seconds to deduce what a light switch was for and how to work it was an idiot. With that accomplished, she moved on to the common room, testing out whatever it was she didn't immediately recognize and see if she couldn't figure it out. To her surprise, it hadn't been difficult to work anything. It was almost as if she already knew how to turn these things on and make them go, which she knew was ridiculous. She'd never seen these devices before, so there was no way that she would know how to operate them, and therefore they just had to be simple to operate.
The only thing that was causing any trouble at all was the television. Susan knew that pushing the button would make it turn on, and she'd figured out that pushing these other buttons would make whatever was on the screen change. Of course, anyone coming into the room would find her doing so by standing next to the television and making the channels change that way. She was already deciding everything on this thing was drivel. There would never be any reason to learn to use the remote.

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"It's failing," said Susan.

"It typically does," Rosella said with a faint smile. And, since the television set was not likely to be much more interesting than that, she turned her attention to people who would be. "I'm Rosella, by the way. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself at the picnic ~~because my mun is awesome like that~~."

"Susan," she said in return. "The picnic was..."

Still wholly uncalled for, in her opinion.

"A picnic," she finished.

"I suppose I can't really deny that!" Rosella said with a laugh. "The school, I've realized, has a bit of a fondness for those sorts of gatherings, where people may meet and be merry, to enjoy various victuals and sometimes dancing. It's a wonderful way to meet people if you'd like to, and pretty convenient for losing other people in the crowd if you don't."

Susan would have sooner lost others in the crowd by simply going to her room, but she felt saying that would give away the next semester's cunning picnic escape plan.

"You've been here a while then?" she asked.

Rosella was positively glowing in her ability to not seem like a new student.

"Not exactly," she said with a smile. "But my brother attended this school before me, and so I've had the privileged of visiting him on several occasions, and now I find myself blessed to grace the halls myself."

"Blessed," Susan repeated. She didn't know what to think of this place yet, but she wouldn't be using the word 'blessed.'

My, but that sounded rather skeptical, didn't it? Rosella's smile was a little crooked.

"It's certainly better than staying at home and listening to one's mother harp on them about marriage ever five seconds, anyway," she offered, hoping that would at least be a little more convincing.

"Ah, yes, I've heard of those mothers," Susan said neutrally.

She wasn't impressed with those types of parents, either.

"My mother," stated Rosella with confidence, and then a wilting sigh, "is the quintessential example of such a mother, I'm afraid. At least when it comes to my getting married."

Yes, yes, Alexander was gone for fourteen years of their life and so Valanice might have wanted him around before marrying him off, but details schmetails.

"I don't think I can blame you for coming to school," she stated. She certainly couldn't imagine that.

Then again, she had intimidated a boy or two in her day, so getting married was not something Susan was likely to have to worry about anyway, at least no time soon.

Yes, Rosella did have the feeling that marriage was not exactly something Susan had to concern herself with much.

"In doing so," she announced proudly, "I have successfully put off the scourge of marriage for at least another year. Granted, once this year is over, I've promised to give it some serious thought, but that means I have at least a year to find a way to figure something out. Did anything in particular bring you to attend Fandom High, Susan? It seems that most of the students here have some sort of story as to what brought them to the island's fair shores."

It had never occurred to Susan that anyone would care why she was here. "My last school wasn't working for me anymore," she said, which, now that she said it, was actually true. "I needed a change."

"I like to think I can sympathize with that," Rosella said with an encouraging smile. "May I ask why it wasn't working out? I've never been to a proper school before; are they usually fairly different, or about the same?"

"It's more structured. We all took classes together, none of this two classes a week stuff, we all slept in the same dormitory, wore unifroms, had our meals planned for us... It was very different."

Which didn't answer Rosella's initial question, but Susan was okay with that.

"Zounds," breathed Rosella, a little wide-eyed. "That sounds positively dreadful!"

"It wasn't so bad," she said, though there wasn't any wistfulness or nostalgic longing in her voice. It just hadn't been so badd.

"I wouldn't be able to stand it, anyway," said Rosella. "Though it sounds very similar to life in the castle, but you probably had far more classmates than I did, so I think I'd still take your old school over that."

5th floor common room- Monday evening

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