fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

This was unbelievable. This whole school was a mess. Xanthippe had been keeping mostly to herself for the past two weeks, because what even was this place? She hated it here, and she was like, totally sure they were slipping her drugs somehow because there was no other way that class with the ponies made any sense.

But she'd just been on the phone with her mom – again – arguing for why she needed to get back to Connecticut, and how this whole island was a freak show, and it wasn't healthy, come on, it was like totally stunting her mental growth to be here with these people and this environment –– and her mom had said no. She'd said no. Double-you tee eff?

And now Xanthippe was having to dig through a bunch of other people's groceries in the fridge just to get to her diet soda from yesterday.

"Gross. Gross. Gross."

Ugh. She did not approve of your choices of food and beverages, people using the fourth floor fridge. Not at all. She needed a fridge for her room, stat.

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Dipper was not having any luck with the TV on the fifth floor (which kept playing documentaries on sheep) So he came downstairs to the fourth floor just in the me to hear Xanthippe's remarks

"What's so gross?" He asked as he turned on the TV. "Yes! Ducktective is on!"

"Everything," Xanthippe replied, scathingly. The contents of the fridge totally deserved to be glared at. "Ugh, how do you people live like this?"

Her house in New York had a fridge solely for drinks which magically re-stocked itself! Or, Vera did. Same diff.

"Us people?" Dipper asked giving Xanthippe a raised eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean "

And then Dipper made the obvious conclusion.

"Oooo! Are you from another planet?"

Well maybe obvious to someone living in Fandom. And also wrong.

"What? No."

Xanthippe was still firmly rejecting almost all of the weird that was around.

In absolutely related news, she was also probably headed towards a major, possibly very public breakdown once she'd have to give in to acknowledging it all.

"No. I mean poor people."

"Seriously?"

Dipper rolled his eyes in disgust. "Gosh. This must be so hard for you to deal with us common folk without your maid and butler," he said sarcastically.

A person was supposed to feel at least a little chastised by something like that, right?

"Oh come on, who has a butler these days? Gross."

Not so much with the chastised, our Xan. (Also, why was that gross? Maybe it was just a saying.)

Isabela was bored, which was never good especially not this early in the morning, and hungry, which was worse. After deciding there was nothing appetising on her own floor, she started checking out the other floors.

What? If people didn't want their food eaten, they shouldn't keep it in communal areas.

"Oooh, people," she said as she headed for the cupboards.

"Well gosh! How are you rich people supposed to survive without someone to feed you, wash your clothes? You know. Stuff that normal people do."

Dipper's mock sensitivity did not mask his sarcasm at all.

"Hey, that's my leftover Chinese," Gwen noticed when she came in.

"Now where did I leave my lucky glass?" Frank asked as he entered the common room. "I was here just the other night and... Ah, there it is."

Frank spotted an ordinary-looking highball glass on a counter and retrieved it. "And luckily I happened to be carrying this bottle! The glass's luckiness is working already." He started pouring.

Frank sat down with his drink. "Is that duck solving crimes? Seems pretty implausible."

"Gwen," Isabela greeted her cheerfully, distracted from trying to figure out if some of the things in the cupboards were actually food. "Come up with more questions for the attractive, embarrassed teacher yet?"

"Ducktective?" That required questioning.

"Looking for something in particular?" Frank asked, more out of the social contract than of any real interest. But there was always the chance she might find an undiscovered liquor stash!

"I have about four hundred. And I think he might've underestimated the girls in this school and our lack of shame," Gwen said. "Poor thing."

"Is there a party I didn't know about, or do you just walk around carrying liqour?" Gwen wondered.

"At least the second one, possibly both," Frank explained. "But if there is a party, then I'm just as ill-informed as you."

An undiscovered liquor stash would very soon become Isabela's liquor stash.

"I'm trying to find a proper breakfast," she said. "I've seen some fruit, but where's the meat, the porridge? There isn't even any ale."

Isabela grinned. "But he's so pretty when he's flustered."

Frank, you were really screwing with Xanthippe's cool person radar between the drinking and the way it was happening.

After a second of hesitation, she settled on, "You have a lucky glass?"

"Well, that's... healthy, I guess," Gwen lied. "I guess if a party spontaneously breaks out you're ready."

Xanthippe made a face at it.

"Why didn't you just throw it out?"

Only if Frank didn't find it first! Fortunately for Isabela, that would require looking, which Frank wasn't inclined to do without good reason.

"I'd venture a guess that all of those items could be bought at the store," Frank said. "I'm not positive, though, since I'm usually only in one of those aisles." Frank took a drink.

"Good thing there'll probably be plenty of time to freak him out more," Gwen smiled back.

That wasn't Frank's problem. At least not as long as nobody made it his problem, and even then he'd do his best to ignore it.

"Really, all of my glasses are lucky. Whenever I'm in need of a drink, they get filled. What could be luckier than that?" Frank asked.

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