Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Elsa had woken up today knowing straightaway that her powers appeared to have gone into some sort of... remission or something. There was no frost in her bedsheets, there was no need for her usual 'conceal, don't feel,' mantra. And, in a fit of daring, she'd left her gloves on her nightstand before making her way out into the common room. If it was safe to be social today, she was going to make the most of it.

By some miracle, she'd figured out how to work the kettle (the fact that the plug looked about the right size to fit into the outlet had been a good hint), and she'd made herself some tea. She hadn't quite worked her way up to the point of turning on the television yet, but she had found a ball of yarn and a crochet hook, and while she'd never really tried crochet before, she seemed to be a good way along in making the first of a pair of long lace gloves. It was remarkable what a person could do with their hands when they weren't wearing thick gloves over them all of the time, apparently.

As she crocheted, she hummed a little to herself. Today was shaping up to be a pleasant day, and she'd worry about what was going on with her powers later.

[OOC: That moment when two people post the same common room at the same time. Changed to afternoon, and open!]

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[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina didn't really have an excuse for checking out the third floor common room except for the fact that, well, why not?

And spotting someone she knew was a nice thing too!

"Pretty," Karina complimented brightly, peering over Elsa's shoulder to see. "You're good at that. Hi, Elsa."

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"Karina," Elsa greeted, smiling warmly as she looked up from her crocheting. "Good afternoon! Would you believe I've never tried doing this in my life? But there was a hook and some yarn in one of the kitchen drawers, so I thought... maybe I'd try."

She held up the glove to show off her progress.

"I'm still waiting for it to fall apart on me. So far, it hasn't happened."

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"Let's hope it keeps on not happening," Karina replied, grinning a bit. "And no, wow, it looks like you've been doing that a lot longer. Not to mention gloves are pretty ambitious for a first project."

Weren't you supposed to start with, like, squares or scarves or something?

"I'm impressed."

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia was in a panic by the time she came out to the common room, Saturday afternoon. Her hair was tied low, since she could manage to do that with her fingers, but the ribbon was lopsided, as was the sash at her waist.

"Have you noticed anything...odd?" Celia greeted Elsa, not wanting to alarm the other girl. Perhaps she was sick? Celia had never been ill like this before, not magically, but maybe it was something indigenous to the island.

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"Odd?" Elsa looked up at the other girl, took in just how distressed she looked, and then pulled in a bit of a breath, holding it for a moment before speaking. "How odd?"

She couldn't say she hadn't. She didn't have it in her to blatantly lie to the other girl when she was in such a state of disarray.

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"Honestly, so am I, a little." Really. Not just gloves, but lace. "I just kind of started playing with the yarn, and this is what I've got as a result."

Seriously ambitious.

"How are you this afternoon, Karina?"

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"I can't do magic," Celia said, biting her lower lip. "I -- normally I can, and today I can't do anything. It's...upsetting."

And more than a little freeing. But right now she felt as though she'd woken up without hands.

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Karina could appreciate that sort of ambition! It was great.

"My afternoon?" she shrugged slightly. "It's not too bad. I was home for a few hours this morning," stopping a bank robbery, then doing an interview, "and I was just sort of wandering around now."

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The question was not directed at her, but that had never particularly stopped Karina from answering.

"Not me," she said, looking up from fiddling with the remote. "I'm guessing you have though? You okay?"

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"Upsetting? I--" Elsa caught herself before she could say something especially damning, looking down at her own bare hands and the piece of lace that she was making. "I'm... sorry to hear that. I... woke up this morning knowing how to crochet, quite out of nowhere. I imagine there might actually be more to this than me being a crafting prodigy, though."

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"Wandering into the common room? Is that something you do often? I... might have to start. I really only come in here when I'm hungry, generally."

Well. When she was hungry and didn't feel like making a trek to the cafeteria. The food there was...

... Food. Ish.

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Karina laughed and made her way towards the kitchen.

"I could eat," she said casually. "You want anything? And no, I don't wander them that often but I was on my way up to my room anyway so it didn't seem like a bad thing to check out other rooms. I'm up on the fifth floor. Room 505."

With a roommate who'd disappeared without warning. Oh well. Karina wasn't complaining about the extra space.

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"Crochet?" Celia now was looking over at what Elsa was actually doing. "...you've never done it before? That's impressive for a first time, I think."

She was also not really one for crochet.

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"I'm -- disoriented," Celia said, for lack of a better word. "I can usually do magic, and today I can't. At all. It doesn't work any longer."

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"Oh," Karina said, frowning a little. "That's... strange. Are you feeling alright? Maybe you're coming down with a cold?"

Did that have anything to do with the ability to do magic?

"Or maybe the island is playing around," she suggested. "It... does that, sometimes."

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"I'm in 315, and... I would love something to eat, thank you. I've only just managed to teach myself how to boil water for tea."

So, that had been her meal so far today. Tea. It was so hot she'd burned her tongue on it.

She'd never burned her tongue on anything before.

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Elsa held up the glove she was half-finished making, showing off the delicate lacework that had clearly been put together with a skilled hand.

"I don't even have a manual. I'm not usually this clever with yarn, though." She'd never had to be. Though there was a sort of appeal to creating clothing where there hadn't been any before. "The two... could be related?"

They most likely were, since her own magic seemed to be gone. But she wasn't volunteering that, straight off the bat.

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"Hope you didn't burn yourself," Karina said absently, while checking out the cupboards. She glanced at Elsa. "Do you want spaghetti?"

... Did Elsa know what spaghetti was?

"Or we could do sandwiches," she said, opening the fridge. "There's options."

Delicious options.

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Oh! Elsa knew what sandwiches were!

"I'm not terribly choosy," she noted, smiling faintly. "Do either of those things involve using the stove? I think I would like to watch, if they did..."

She wasn't going to ask Karina to teach her everything, but paying attention and seeing what she could learn by watching? That seemed okay.

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"Maybe," Celia mused, frowning deeply. "I wish I'd woken up with a skill, though, rather than...lost mine." She wandered back towards the kitchen. "I barely know how to function without my magic. Sudden onset of craftiness would be very welcome about now."

While she had been talking, however, Celia had unconsciously shuffled around in the fridge, producing a number of vegetables, some cheese, and a carton of eggs. Not really the cereal she'd gone looking for, but she seemed to instinctively know that if she made herself an omelet, it would be delicious. (Despite, of course, never having done so in the past.)

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"Playing around?" Celia repeated, then sighed, actually looking a bit relieved. "Is this like the boy-for-a-weekend thing, then?"

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"Ummm...," Karina pulled a box out of the freezer and read the back of it. "Sure, we can do spaghetti then."

She held up the box of frozen garlic bread, kind of wondering why it was even a thing that existed, but willing to try it. "This'll go in the oven, and the noodles will be made on the stove top."

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Karina grimaced.

"Like that, yeah," she said sympathetically. "It'll probably wear off by Monday. Most stuff around here only lasts for a few days."

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"That's a comfort, then," Celia mused. "I have an explanation that I can hope for, at least." She winced, and added, "I'm sorry, I'm terribly rude. You're...Karina, right? We have Miss Pryde's class together."

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"That's me," she said easily, not considering Celia rude at all. "And you're Celia, if I'm remembering right. From the past, right? How are you liking this time?"