Fourth Floor Common Room [Thursday night]

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Olive had woken today to discover that, tragically, she did not still taste of oranges. She did move past this -- she'd kind of hoped it was a permanent change because hi, oranges tasted nice and Olive occasionally had a slightly dirty mind -- and had gone to class and everything.

But then a whole new tragedy had occurred.

She was parked in front of the television with a bottle of nail polish and bared feet, fully prepared to have an evening of politics and pedicures. But every time she tried to watch the DNC -- she really, really wanted one of the celebrities coming tonight to yell at a chair, shut up -- it was in Spanish. On CNN, on NBC -- all the news channels were, inexplicably, only broadcasting the convention en español.

And so Olive, nail polish forgotten, was trying to parse together what she could, based upon three years of public school Spanish. "Barack Obama has a...help for the February?"

Olive had never been gifted at foreign language, no.

[totes open, and bless you, craftyladyparts, for the prompt.]

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[ultron_junior]

"Yeah, that's what I want to do," Victor agreed. "Like ... engineering or inventing. Not sitting in a suit someplace making decisions."

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh yeah?" That hadn't ever been something he'd considered but there were worse things to do with yourself, he thought. "Inventing what? Got a specific interest?"

[ultron_junior]

"I like electronics," Victor said, going more sincere. "Um, computer stuff, anything with networks ... I need to narrow it down before I, like, actually get a job."

He wasn't worried. It would come in time. "What do you want to do?"

[pursuedthestars]

"Get a tan?"

At least he sounded unsure about that? He'd think about all that...later.

"Not sure, man. What I wanted to do was get out of Iowa and I did so now I'm building up to the next thing I wanna accomplish. Tan seems like something good to shoot for temporarily."

[ultron_junior]

"Think you can do it before it starts getting cold?"

It was a sincere question. Victor still wasn't sure how this East coast fall thing was gonna work.

[pursuedthestars]

"Who says you have to stop when it gets cold?"

Hypothermia, that's who. Jim wasn't about to freeze something off that he might need later. "I don't know, actually. How long you think we got left till it gets cold? We were in a different season back home."

[ultron_junior]

"I'm from L.A.," Victor said with a little shrug. "I'm still adjusting to the whole four-actual-seasons thing. But I'd guess maybe a month or so?"