Third floor common room- Thursday evening

[notconflicted]

Sia had gone to the common room looking to make dinner, really. Unlike some family members, she'd figured out pretty quickly that putting dry pasta in boiling water and throwing some sauce on it was really all you had to do, and no one even had to push her into doing it.

She hadn't gotten that far yet, because she'd been distracted by her phone ringing. "I'm sorry," she replied once she'd listened. "You have the wrong person." And she hung up.

A moment later, her phone rang again. "I told you before, this is the wrong number. Stop calling."

It was ringing again. She was contemplating throwing the phone itself in some boiling water.


[This is what happens when you ask Nick for a prompt. Open!]

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[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave was walking down the hall when he heard the phone ringing in the common room. "Avoiding telemarketers or something?" he asked, popping into the room.

[notconflicted]

"Someone has decided it would be funny to call and threaten me. He's about to get threatened back," she replied, pushing a button to make the phone stop ringing before it went to voicemail.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"What kind of threats is he making?" Dave asked, sounding concerned.

[notconflicted]

"He will track me down and kill me if I don't return his laundry." Clearly she was taking this seriously.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"His laundry?" Dave asked. "Well, at least it's sane, completely reasonable threats."

[notconflicted]

"He also mentioned something about spoiling... I don't even understand what he was going on about." Someone was missing out on pop culture and didn't even know it.

She frowned as her phone beeped that she had a new voicemail.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"If it were me, I probably would have turned my phone off and hid in my room by now," Dave said. "You seem to be handling it better than I would."

[notconflicted]

"I'd just like to see him try and make good on his threats." She bet she could take him.

Over laundry.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Just checking, you don't actually have anyone's laundry, do you?" Dave asked.

[notconflicted]

She did still have to wash Atton's pants.

...That sounded wrong.

"Not anyone who wouldn't come to my door to try and be funny about it instead of calling," she said.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"You know, that's not the answer I was expecting," Dave said, not really suppressing a small laugh.

[notconflicted]

"I've had better weeks," she explained with a frown. "Laundry factors in."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"If you're planning on making something edible, pasta's probably a better bet than electronics," Toby observed as he wandered in to the common room.

Maybe he'd read her thoughts, or maybe he was just making a reasonable guess based on Sia's current expression. It totally depended on what her player decided, there.

[notconflicted]

"I'm reconsidering whether edible is a requirement," Sia said, though she was raising an eyebrow at him being able to figure that out which was what her player decided.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"I have lived places where it apparently wasn't," Toby had to admit. "But so far Fandom's managed to avoid that fate." Mostly because he didn't know Karla well enough to have ever encountered her 'cooking'.

[notconflicted]

"I've been in this town for long enough to not entirely believe that," she admitted.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Well, I wouldn't trust anything that fell from the sky, but otherwise... even the space food at the restaurant I work at is pretty good."

[notconflicted]

"Space food?" she repeated. Which made her want to go, actually.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, like, um- Tarsh maxer? It's this kind of roasted, um," he had no idea what, actually. "Meat." Very descriptive, Logan.

[notconflicted]

"That sounds as if it's from my galaxy." And for as strange as that was, with the others here from out there, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. "What is this place?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Goodvalor's Little Bivoli," Toby informed her. "Zayne- uh, Professor- Lieutenant Carrick-" sure, he'd said he was fine with no titles, but that still felt a little awkward sometimes. "Runs it. I work there Fridays. The droids are a little quirky, but it pays pretty well and like I said, the food's pretty good."

[notconflicted]

"I might have to see this for myself," Sia decided. "If only to check for authenticity."

And she was maybe a little homesick, except for the war and Sith and hiding and all.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Any requests?" Toby asked. "Seeing as how I've got an in with the kitchen staff and all..."