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fandomhighdorms2012-08-26 04:47 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday evening]
So, okay, Olive had sort of...sublimated all the stuff from yesterday. It was just easier, if she stopped freaking out and just rolled with stuff. So, okay, yesterday she'd met a guy from another galaxy and a robot and hey her roommate could fly. No big deal. Really.
You know what was helping? TV. Olive wasn't like, a TV junkie or anything, but being able to count on a Sunday afternoon spent in front of a marathon ofthe meta for Futurama was like a universal constant. A multi-universal nexus constant, even, it seemed.
So Olive had brought out her sewing to the common room and flung herself down on the couch, eyes half-trained on the screen and half on her needle. Eventually, she might even get up and make popcorn or something, but that seemed like work. Right now, she was good where she was, thanks.
[open, totes. And do you know how hard it is to make up a meta for Futurama? I don't usually give up on these things.]
You know what was helping? TV. Olive wasn't like, a TV junkie or anything, but being able to count on a Sunday afternoon spent in front of a marathon of
So Olive had brought out her sewing to the common room and flung herself down on the couch, eyes half-trained on the screen and half on her needle. Eventually, she might even get up and make popcorn or something, but that seemed like work. Right now, she was good where she was, thanks.
[open, totes. And do you know how hard it is to make up a meta for Futurama? I don't usually give up on these things.]

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She'd taken accounting classes. That felt like a legit statement.
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Or she'd be buying new clothes on her mom's credit card.
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That wasn't her being mean, by the way. She actually imagined that's what it was like.
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Yeah, no, she was being mean.
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No one wore those anymore because putting on your shoes took an hour.
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"Hey," he greeted. "What's on?"
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That's all of them. Seriously hlpful, Olive.
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... Not that he'd seen the show as it didn't exist yet in his time. But, you know.
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Not always, Olive. God.
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So right now she was ready to relax. After overcoming the first day nerves and pretty much figuring out that nobody was going to try to destroy her here, she figured she could even do that out in public where there might be people. Weird, right?
"Somehow, 'watching cartoons' wasn't what I expected to be the first thing I saw people doing when I came to boarding school," she said. "Maybe it really isn't so bad here."
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No, Olive, sometimes you're just lazy.
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Like cards from her grandmother. But no one was naming names.
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