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First Floor Rec Room, Friday Evening

So, Gert, being Gert, had had no interest in going to prom. As it happened, Gert, being a sophomore, had no permission to go to prom either, so that worked out well, but she maintained that it was the lack of interest that was the reason she wasn't there right now.

Anyway, even as sulky and inescapably turned-on as she was, she regarded this decision as a perfectly valid lifestyle choice, and so was the way she was currently hiding out in the rec room, playing some game that seemed like Tetris but with dragons and lasers. She'd never really been a video game person, and was even less of one after the whole Alex fiasco, but she needed to blow off some steam, and getting really loud and annoyed at a video game seemed like as good a way as any to do that.

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The one good thing about this stupid week was that Zhari and Zee had a lot more access to the body than usual. Sholeh was more than happy to hide inside and pretend like she wasn't affected by the stupid pollen. Which was why it was Zhari who stuck her head into the first floor rec room to see what all the yelling about, holding several tubs of ice cream.

Look, three sisters with hormones in one body could go through a lot of ice cream.

"What's all the fuss about?" she asked, before realizing that maybe she shouldn't be looking. This week, yelling didn't always mean anger.

Ice cream. Oh, Zhari was a genius.

"The four-piece cube keeps getting eaten by the dragon before I can get it in the bottom row where I need it," Gert complained as she slumped back against the couch, her voice slightly less loud and annoyed than it had been a minute ago when she'd just been yelling at the game. "This game is idiotic."

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...Zhahar had no idea what the heck the other girl was talking about.

Which Gert could probably guess, considering the kind of clothing Zhari was wearing. "Why do you need a cube?" she asked, coming in further to see what all was going on. "And why would a dragon want to eat one?"

Yeah, Gert thought the clothes spoke for themselves. "It's a puzzle game," she explained, moving her legs off the couch in case Zhari wanted to sit down. That meant that her feet were going on the coffee table, so, sorry, anyone who liked to eat in the rec room. "You need to fill a whole row with certain-size blocks for the row to disappear, otherwise they stack up toward the top. Except there are dragons that try to eat the really useful blocks as they fall, so you need to hit them with the laser before they can do that."

It was a very complex game.

"You're welcome to give it a shot," she added, holding up the controller.

Zhari looked down at the controller, then back to Gert, and back down at the controller again in horror. She had no idea what to do with any of the buttons on it--and why were there so many?! Even Sholeh had never played one of these games before while she and Zeela watched.

"Why don't I watch you for a bit?" she suggested hastily. "Let me watch for a little while, see what you do?"

There were falling blocks and dragons and lasers and what?!

"I dunno, I think I might be done," Gert confessed reluctantly. "There's a line drawn once you scream at a TV that there's no coming back from."

And seriously, she was growing a bit worried that playing these things would turn her into Alex. It was a real concern.

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"Does the game take it personally?" Zhahar asked.

...She honestly didn't know. But on this island, it was a distinct possibility.

"The game doesn't, but my self-respect is doing a nose-dive," Gert replied. "Which is kind of worse."

"Oh." Zhahar didn't really know what to make of that, what with not getting how lines of shapes could really affect one's self-respect in the first place, but she was willing to try to help anyway. "Wanna have some ice cream instead?" she asked.

=Not my ice cream!= Zeela cried.

*Hush, you. I'm making friends.*

"I'm Zhari, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"Gert," Gert replied. "And yeah, sure, thanks." Because ice cream was always a good thing, but especially so during this annoying heat wave. "What flavor is it?"

"There are three to choose from," Zhahar answered, holding them out for Gert to choose. "Chocolate brownie fudge, chocolate-covered cherry, and chocolate mudslide."

Yes, that was a lot of chocolate. Look, some people coped one way, Zhahar and her sisters were coping another.

"Wow." Zhari didn't mess around. "Those are some serious options. Sign me up for the chocolate mudslide."

That one was Zhahar's, so she felt less guilty about passing it over to Gert than she would if she'd asked for one of her sister's. And she felt absolutely no guilty at all for opening up the brownie fudge, even though Zeela began wailing about it in her ear.

Apart from a slight wince when Zeela got particularly shrill, Zhahar just dug into the ice cream with a smile and good will.

"It's that kind of week," she said wryly. "Ice cream is necessary in abundance."

=Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!=

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