fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

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"I don't care what you do with your porn as long as you don't tell me about it," she said.

She didn't exactly trust you with a gun somehow, Olive.

"But you're anti-gun?" Olive asked sadly. "How will I defend myself?"

Or shoot herself in the foot? How, Sia?

"Several other ways that don't involve flesh-piercing bullets." Which was still weird, coming from somewhere where they shot lasers.

"Maybe I can learn to throw knives."

No, that was worse.

"That isn't making it better," Sia told her.

"Crossbow?" she tried.

"Let's stick with hitting things and using blunt objects for the time being," she advised.

"Or hiding," Olive noted thoughtfully. "You can lift things with your mind, Victor can zap stuff, Karolina can fly...I feel like there's plenty of distractability if I need to hide."

"This is a strange subject for your birthday," Sia realized.

"You started it by restricting my second amendment rights," Olive replied, tsking.

"I don't even know what those are," Sia pointed out, frowning.

"Right to bear arms," Olive supplied. "Not like...the arms of a bear, but like, you can own a gun in the US."

Please don't mind Sia looking amused. "...Like the arms of a bear?"

"Like, you don't have a right to the arms of a bear," Olive clarified. "You know. Rarrr."

She did an impression of a bear. Helpfully.

Sia definitely smiled at that. "Does it help that I do know weaponry enough to know what you originally mean?"

"Well, good, but you know, it's confusing language," Olive replied, placing her hands back in her lap. "You should get all up in the amendments and learn them. They're pretty interesting. Not just because bear arms make an appearance."

"I've been watching things the last few weeks," she admitted. "We don't have democratic elections back home. This is the first time I'm seeing it for myself."

"What do you have?" Olive wondered, frowning.

"An Emperor," Sia said. "A title passed down through generations. It's worked well, for the most part." Stupid Sith.

"But do you have like a parliament or something so this one person doesn't have absolute power?" Olive asked, worriedly.

"Moffs, yes. Though they're part of why we're in the situation we are back home, so perhaps that wasn't the best idea," she said. "We've learned our lesson as a galaxy when it comes to one person holding all the power."

Again, stupid Sith.

"I'm not knocking your system, but maybe part of the problem is that there's people called 'moffs' in charge," Olive noted. "I can't take that seriously, as a civilian."

"It's a title that pre-dates my great-grandparents; I take no responsibility for that," Sia told her quickly, because she knew, okay. She totally knew.

"You should look into getting it changed. It almost sounds dirty," Olive told her, because Olive was nice like that.

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