fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

Rapunzel had spent so much time in her tower doing certain activities that she almost didn't want to do some of them anymore, instead just picking and choosing her favorites -- the things she'd do even if she wasn't incredibly bored and lonely.

Like cooking. Or working on her mural, which was now nearly finished (though she'd probably start on the ceiling as soon as her wall space was up, if Anders didn't actually tell her she couldn't or something.) She'd spent almost no time whatsoever working on candle-making or pottery, partially due to lack of supplies, but mostly due to lack of interest.

Today, though, when she'd ventured out in search of something to do, she'd managed to get her hands on a puzzle. And as dorky as she knew it was (because Mother was more than happy to tell her, and often), Rapunzel loved puzzles.

So Tuesday afternoon found her on the common room floor, the pieces spread out in front of her and her hair wound in a neat circle around the room.

"That's a middle piece, Pascal, we're looking for the edges still, silly." Pascal, who was helpfully offering pieces up to Rapunzel periodically, was on the verge of a fit of pique, seriously. Rapunzel was going to end up with a chameleon hiding amongst puzzle pieces if she wasn't careful.

[open due to unexpected boredom (that supposed madness this afternoon was actually canceled!) but with usual SP-at-work caveats! mostly i just wanted to use this icon, idk.]

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"You're missing out," Evie said, laughing a little bit. Anders was also dressed like a Renn Faire daypass holder, but Evie was starting to realize that if she ignored everyone dressed like that, she'd have no one to talk to at all. "The number of names my mom yells out is a reliable way to gauge how in trouble I am."

At least Anders looked like a relatively clean Renn Faire daypass holder?

"Ah, see, my mother just went to things like demonspawn when I was really in trouble," he said, in a way that made it clear it was mostly a joke. "But I don't answer to the name she picked out to begin with,so I suppose yelling it when she was angry wouldn't have done much but make things worse."

The cleanliness definitely helped!

...As did the hotness. Both. Yes, both were good.

"You legally changed your name?" Evie asked. "My friend Melissa was thinking about doing that for a little while, but she ended up getting distracted by something else. Can I ask what your birth name was?"

"I don't know how you'd go about changing a name legally," Anders said. "I just stopped using the other. And -- you can always ask but it's not much of a secret if I go around telling people what it was."

"A secret?" Evie asked, eyebrow raised. Yeah, she was assuming this was his way of flirting. "You didn't say it was a secret. And besides, you're not telling everyone. You're telling me."

It was half flirting! And about half pointless babbling, because sometimes Anders' brain got onto very strange tracks.

"And how do I know you won't tell everyone?" he asked. "I don't. You'd have to tell me one of your secrets as a trade."

Evie pondered that a moment. "I could agree to that," she said. "But the secret I give is in direct proportion to how awesome your name is. I'm not giving you a major secret in exchange if your name is like 'Bill' or 'Mike' or something."

"It's not Bill or Mike," Anders said, as if offended she thought his name might be any such thing. "It's --"

He leaned toward her and whispered a perfectly ordinary Anderfels name, one that might sound unusual to Evie's ears in the way any name from another culture did, but not in a way that suggested his parents hated him or were on drugs. Anders didn't hate it: It simply didn't have much to do with him. He'd left it behind when he went to the Circle.

"Now, how good of a secret do I get out of that?"

Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

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