Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

There could've maybe been reason to freak out when you woke up in a strange room with no recollection of how you'd gotten there. But Helen was honestly just glad to be magically away from her freak show clusterfuck of a family. Even if it meant having to feed a strange cat who was very insistent that she pay attention to him.

And having done that, she'd set out to explore. Which had quite naturally led to stealing some fruit from the common room kitchen, before spotting the art supplies. And that, in turn, led just as naturally to spreading a bunch of the stuff on one of the tables and getting started on a collage with defaced Cosmo clippings and an ironic use of glitter, while snacking on fruit.

Now she was in her element.

[ooc: Open! Nat is now troll-haired Helen from Rampart.]

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[lockestheway]

A gorgeously wind-swept yet pained-looking young man stalked into the room, reeking of cologne and wearing a snake around his neck.

He pulled up a chair without a word and parked it in front of Helen. Sat down. Looked at her with deep, brooding eyes.

[whenshewasnice]

This was going to go oh so well.

Helen had been cutting up a perfume ad – hah – and took a moment before looking up. And once she did, she didn't look too taken with what she saw. "What do you want?"

[lockestheway]

The man did not respond to her words at all.

He just sat there. Looking. Broodily.

[whenshewasnice]

Helen had had her share of unwelcome male presence in her life. But this was still a pretty new approach.

She waved a hand (and with it, clippings) at him. "Uh, hello?"

[lockestheway]

"I am not going to be who I am expected to be any more," he suddenly announced.

He got up, kicked over his chair, and stalked out of the room.

[whenshewasnice]

Helen stared after him.

Well. If that was some kind of a performance art piece, she had to give him props. If he was just crazy... Well, at least he was out of her hair now.

And as far as slogans went, she could actually maybe use that. She went back to working on her collage.

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

After waking up in a teenage girl's room, Kaine decided to do some investigating. He was wearing his clothes (...well, jeans and a white t-shirt, which was the fanciest outfit he tended to wear), he wasn't bleeding, he didn't find anyone else bleeding.... Phase one of the investigation complete. Now it was time for phase two: find something to drink.

"I'm surrounded by teenagers. I need a drink. Somebody tell me you have alcohol," Kaine said as he walked into the common room. It wasn't a request. It was an order. A drink order, in fact.

[OOC: Slow due to C2E2, but how could I resist throwing an angry adult clone at teenagers?]

[whenshewasnice]

Helen looked up. Nope, still no one she was actually interested in looking at.

"Uh, no. And even if I did, I don't think I'd be giving it to random guys."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"I would have given you five bucks for it," Kaine said. "Can you at least tell me where the nearest bar is? Hopefully one that's open in the morning?"

[whenshewasnice]

"No clue." And she wasn't sorry, either. "I don't even know where we are in the first place."

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"You're no help whatsoever," Kaine said. He went to the kitchen and started looking through the cabinets. Maybe they at least had cocoa mix or something. Look, if he couldn't use his own natural coping drink, he would resort to Parker's in a pinch.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, it's 1999 ––" No it wasn't. "–– and I'm an independent woman, so no, I'm not."

[nottrivial]

R lumbered into the common room. He'd had a bit of trouble on the stairs -- zombie, after all -- but he'd managed, and now he sniffed the room.

Hm. That girl smelled alive, but her hair told another story. He sniffed again.

[[same SP as nick, but here, have something for natalie to smirk at later.]]

[whenshewasnice]

Hey. At least her hair was way more alive than most people's who decided to poison theirs with chemicals.

Okay, a few bits of hers were dyed purple and green, but still.

Helen raised her eyebrows at him and his sniffing. "What's your deal?"

[nottrivial]

"Gnnn," said R. Then he sniffed again, before tilting his head inquisitively at her. "Yuh?"

In zombie, it made perfect sense!

[whenshewasnice]

"What?" Helen asked. Because she didn't speak zombie. So she was just weirded out. "Me? What are you trying to say?"

He didn't look too good, either.

[nottrivial]

R pointed in the general direction of her hair, looking accusatory. "'Live?" he asked.

[whenshewasnice]

Helen frowned at him, her hand going up to her hair. "Live?" she repeated. "Still don't get what you're getting at, guy."

[nottrivial]

"Look... dead," said R. "Smell different?"

[failsatspirit]

Donna followed the scent of the tasty foo-...people into the common room, grinning toothily at them.

"Hi, I don't suppose you've seen an utterly adorable baby girl around here?" She paused, she was sure the full moon had been a couple of days ago, but in situations like this you could never be sure. "Or possibly an equally adorable puppy? Other than the great big white one that was in my room this morning?"

[whenshewasnice]

Well, Donna won points over the others who'd shown up for at least being woman-shaped.

Helen's voice was still a drawl, but at least a slightly less confrontational one. "Can't say that I have."

[failsatspirit]

"Oh, darn," Donna said, frowning. "I was hoping she'd be in here somewhere." Since she couldn't look outside yet on account of the horrible burning daylight.

[whenshewasnice]

"Which one?"

Because, you know, to Helen it had sounded like she was looking for two different things.

[failsatspirit]

Just the one adorable werewolf-vampire baby. "My daughter," Donna replied. "I do hope she hasn't been kidnapped by one of those cults again."

Because that was a thing that happened.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, Helen was just going to look confused at that. And like she was doubting Donna's sanity. A bit.

And whether she was fit for parenthood.

"'Again'?" she questioned.

[failsatspirit]

Hey, she and Dave screened their baby-sitters very thoroughly, even more so after that one time.

"They've all got this crazy notion that little Baby Henderson is the harbinger of the end times just because I'm a vampire and Dave, my husband, is a werewolf," Donna told her cheerfully. "Keep going on about her being a child of unholy union. Which is ridiculous, because we had a church ceremony and everything."

And boy howdy had there been more than a few problems getting that organised, considering.

[whenshewasnice]

Helen leaned back in her chair, and thus away from Donna, without realizing she was doing it. She was from LA and had grown up with a lot of weird shit around, but there was something about that that made her want to back away.

"What are you on, lady?"

[failsatspirit]

Donna smiled. The light glinted off her fangs.

"B-negative, mostly." She said, not doing a very good job of pretending not to check out Helen's neck. "I don't suppose you're B-negative?"

[whenshewasnice]

... Okay then. More leaning back. This time on purpose.

"No."

[failsatspirit]

"You sure?" Look, Donna was hungry.

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Maddie was totally normal today. All she even wanted was something breakfasty. So, this might be interesting.

"Ooh, project?" she asked, trying to see what was being done here.

[whenshewasnice]

"Collage," Helen replied with barely a glance. This one was cute, so maybe she'd actually pay more attention once she was done plastering the photo of a steak over the face of a model she'd cut out of an old issue of Cosmo. Sorry, whoever had left their magazine laying around. "So, yeah, a project. I guess you could call it that."

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

And with the steak thing, Maddie decided maybe she didn't want to pay too much attention to what she was actually doing. "Cool. Natalie, right? We had a couple classes together."

[whenshewasnice]

Okay, this time Helen actually looked up. And looked confused, but also a little amused. "Uh, I think I'd remember having had classes with you. And it's Helen, not Natalie."

(Who was totally going to spare a few seconds of despair to anyone mistaking someone with Helen's messy hair for her. And then be over it because who cared?)

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Sorry," Maddie said, a little sheepishly. "I guess I haven't had enough time to meet everybody yet. Hi."

[whenshewasnice]

"Don't worry about it." So far, Maddie was the most normal person Helen had met here, so she wasn't inclined to be too bitchy. And it helped that she was pretty. "Hi. Do you know where we are?"

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

"Uh. The dorms. In Fandom," she said. "You didn't know that?"