Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit.

And so it was that a heavily armored butt hit the sofa. She sighed, took off her helmet, and pulled her ponytail free from where it had been wedged against the lower plates.

She set the helmet down on the table. Then she glanced furtively into the hallway, ensuring no one was there before she produced a thin volume from somewhere between the plates. There were hearts on the cover. And swooning.

Shh. She didn't want Gwen to make fun of her again.

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[crimson_sister]

As she had no classes today, Lucille was exploring the dorms, peeking into the other common rooms and making sure she found her way around. On the fourth floor she noticed a girl, in full armour like some Joan of Arc, reading a book. That was strange, but in a less off-putting way than many of the oddities here, and at least the girl shared her interest in literature.

"Excuse me?" she said, waiting in the doorway. "May I ask what you are reading?"

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra's face flushed almost immediately. "Ah, nothing," she said quickly, putting the book face-down on the coffee table.

That was surely going to convince Lucille, Cass.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille knew what that meant. She had done it herself many times, and she could have told Cassandra it never worked.

Of course it made her curious. What kind of books were embarrassing to read in this place?

She smiled at Cassandra, entering the common room, and said: "My name is Lucille Sharpe. I'm a new students, and we haven't met, I think."

She was fairly sure she would have noticed a girl in armour.

[seeks_truth]

It was a young adult romance novel about a futuristic knightess and her love interest, who inexplicably, due to some illness, could not wear shirts. The cover was rather indicative of this.

But it was face-down on the table, so.

"I am Cassandra Pentaghast," Cassandra said, the flush ebbing away from her features. "And no, I do not believe I have had the pleasure. Welcome to the island; I hope it has not inconvenienced you so far."

[crimson_sister]

"Thank you, and no, I don't believe it has, possibly apart from the kitchen," Lucille replied, pleased that the girl had manners and so far wasn't being patronizing about adjusting to things.

"Have you been her long?"

Don't worry, Cassandra. She would ask about the book soon enough.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

Being up and about for a few hours now, Laura had taken the time to run a few laps around the island, as well as scouting the place for optimal places to do... things. Hide. Stalk people. Vantage points. Coffee shops? That kind of thing.

Entering the common room to find someone in full plate... well, there were weirder things.

"Good morning", Laura said, nodding as she moved to serve herself some water. She didn't seem to notice the book, or mind it at all.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra... would tuck it behind her against the sofa regardless. Cough. "Good morning," she echoed, tilting her head.

New student? Apparently so.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

Laura blinked at the book hiding. "I can leave if you prefer to read alone."

Like, totally offering that, knight-lady.

[seeks_truth]

"Don't be ridiculous," Cassandra muttered, "This is a common room. It is open to all."

Cassandra was just terribly stupid.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

Leaning on the kitchen counter, Laura looked at her plainly. "I like your armor." It looked like the real deal, not the sort of thing men imagined women wearing.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille studied the girl. She didn't recongize her, but that was true for most people still.

"Good morning," she greeted with some reserve.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

Laura was halfway her first glass of water when the other girl greeted her, so she just nodded as she finished drinking. She was dressed in your usual running attire; skintight leggings and top, with running shoes (obviously). All black, obviously. Despite the weather outside, Laura looked a bit worked up, cheeks bit redder than her skin color.

"I am Laura," she added as she filled her glass again. "Nice to meet you." Just going through the paces.

[crimson_sister]

Those... clothes. If Laura was the kind of person who paid attention to such things she was being judged.

"I am Lucille," she replied.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

She absolutely wasn't. Her everyday clothes were all leather, black jean and different Goth-related things that she had been picking up ever since she left the Facility. Some of it still reflected her... less respectable days.

"You are one of the new students too", Laura said, a statement more than a question. "Have you had classes yet?"

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

Dipper wandered into the common room looking bleary-eyed and exhausted. Under his breath he was muttering "Caffeine" over and over again like it was some kind of mantra. He opened the fridge and pulled out a Pitt Cola and popped it open and then proceeded to gulp it down. He had already pulled out another can without finishing the first and shut the fridge behind him.

"Morning," he muttered sleepily to everyone in the room.

[seeks_truth]

"Morning," Cassandra greeted in turn, dryly. "Are you ill?"

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

"Tired," he replied as he finished the Pitt cola and set the can down with a rattle. "I've been rewatching the new Space Battles movie over and over again so I can catch every nuance."

[seeks_truth]

"Space Battles," Cassandra echoed. "What is that tale? I have seen some volumes of it in the library."

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

Dipper's eyes widened in surprise. "You've never heard of Space Battles?! It's only the biggest Sci-Fi sagas of all sagas!"

...

"Well at least if you follow the last four in the series. You can skip the first three in general."

[crimson_sister]

"Good morning," Lucille replied, giving him a displeased look. There couldn't be a time and place where that kind of greeting was considered good manners.

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

Dipper was too tired to notice any looks being shot his way. "If you say it is," Dipper said with a yawn and then stifling a belch from drinking too much soda at once. "Want a Pitt Cola?" he asked, offering out his spare can.

[crimson_sister]

That was beyond horrifying.

"No thank you," she replied curtly, looking away.

[ungue.livejournal.com]

"Good morning", Laura said, staring a bit. That wasn't really healthy.

"Is that... a carbonated drink?" Dipper no.

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

"Yep! With a real pit inside!" Dipper said rattling the can so you could hear the pit inside. "Normally not my normal breakfast drink. But I've been up late for the last couple of weeks watching the most recent Space Battles movie."

[ungue.livejournal.com]

That was hardly encouraging, but okay. "Oh, okay." She hoped he had more healthy breakfasts, because seriously.

"Try not to overexert yourself. It might carry health issues later."