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5th Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

An unopened box had been sitting on Ringo's desk for a month now. She'd remembered being really excited when it had arrived, but had quickly gotten distracted by a message from Kathy. (Funny to think that that was a whole month ago. And only a month ago.)

The box had been sitting in one place for so long that it had practically become invisible, and Ringo had been surprised when she noticed it sitting there after lunch, and her eyes had gone wide with some of that original excitement.

So now she was situated in a corner of the common room, a clean sheet spread out on the floor. The had been open and shoved out of the way, and now she was holding its contents, one of those quad-copter drones with a camera attached to it, which she'd bought "as is" off the internet. Which meant that it was broken. Which was fine with Ringo, since she'd already gotten it half-disassembled.

She wasn't some sort of mechanical genius or anything, but she'd been stripping down and building AirTrek for most of her life. Hopefully that experience would be enough for her to figure out what was wrong with her new drone so that she could get it flying again.

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So a couple of the new kids Dante liked had moved up here onto the fifth floor, and he appreciated it - meant it rubbed some of the memories right off in favor of something more fun to focus on.

He hadn't expected to run into Ringo on his way to go see if Roscoe or Hyacinthe were in; if he had, he wouldn't have bothered.

"I spy... a spy," he said, rolling his eyes.

(He didn't particularly want to talk to her, but he could never help poking the hive when it was right there.)

Ringo looked up. They hadn't talked since the picnic, and that had been, um, interesting.

"Dante." She nodded, going for casual. "How's it going?"

"Fine," Dante said easily. "The fuck you doing with that spy-cam over there?"

... the correct response was 'and how are you', Dante.

"Taking it apart." Ringo rolled her eyes at him. Duh, Dante.

"And it's not a spy-cam. It's a drone." Double duh.

"I'm going to see if I can fix it, but first I need to see if I can figure out why it's broken."

Her lip curled up in a little smirk. "You want to help?" Like she didn't know the answer to that question.

"Do I look like a nerd to you?" Dante asked.

That wasn't completely aggressive. Just a reality check on who you were talking to, Ringo. "And that is totally a spy-cam."

No, Dante. You did not look like a nerd. You didn't have to worry about that.

"I thought spy-cams were those little cameras that you hid in peoples' rooms?" Maybe there was more than one kind? But the online auction had very clearly stated that this was a "remote-controlled camera drone".

"Any cam you can spy on people with is a spy-cam," Dante said, wandering into the common room. If he was going to be putting up with Ringo, he might as well steal some food from the fridge. "And that one can, what, fly all over?"

"Well, not at the moment. It's broken."

Ringo looked at it. "But, yeah, that's the hope."

She glanced over at Dante. "Anything good in the fridge?" Maybe he'd grab her something, too?

"Yep," Dante said, prying someone's day-old pizza out of it. "And it's all for me."

Come on, Ringo. Really.

He kicked the fridge shut. "So then you'll have a flying spy-cam," he said, "Creepy as fuck."

"Oh, yeah." Hopefully you could see how hard Ringo was rolling her eyes, Dante. She was putting in extra effort just for you. "And now I'll find out all your secrets."

Because Dante was such a man of mystery.

Well, the secrets he had weren't the kind you could spy on from a camera drone, anyway.

"If you wanted to catch me without my pants on, you could have just asked," Dante said, pulling a slice out of the pizza box.

"I doubt I'd even have to do that. I could probably just give you a look."

If, you know, Ringo was any good at giving people that kind of look. Which she most certainly was not. She didn't really do 'seductive'.

Dante took a bite of the slice to muffle his laughter. "Yeah?" he said. "What kind of look?"

"You know, like this." She gave him a look.

No, Ringo. Not like that at all. You were supposed to be conveying come hither. Not I'm totally going to stick my tongue out at you like a brat.

Yeah, Dante gave her a look of his own.

It was very much a 'seriously, Ringo, what the fuck even' look.

No pants were dropped. Alas, Ringo!

No, not 'alas'. Ringo was glad Dante was keeping his pants!

But now she was looking for a nice, safe topic to shift the discussion onto.

Oh! She had the perfect thing.

Ringo shrugged, then grinned. "So what was your roommate up to that he missed the picnic, anyway?"

"Doing something that got his ass kicked off-island," Dante said, his tone growing both chillier and - underneath that - more concerned. "I'm trying to track him down."

Or at least yell at Cassandra until she gave up the goods.

Ringo blinked, forgetting that she was holding a plastic drone propeller in one hand as she stared at Dante.

"What? I didn't even know you could get kicked off the island."

And Anders? She couldn't imagine him doing anything that bad.

"It wasn't anyone in charge," Dante said. "Some student who caught him doing something they thought he shouldn't be."

He might've told Ringo who if he hadn't wanted a crack at Cassandra himself, first.

And if she hadn't been Ringo.

Now Ringo was scowlng. "That's not being 'kicked off'. That's, like, um, kidnapping!" Or, you know, something like it.

Kidnapping was bad, Dante! Something had to be done about that! What were you doing about it, Dante?

"I don't know the full story yet," Dante retorted. "Like I said, I'm working on it."

Because he'd started yelling before Cassandra had gotten the whole thing out.

Not that this was, like, anything characteristic of him anyway.

"What can I do to help?"

Notice how she didn't ask if he needed or wanted any help? That's just because Ringo was so ~~prone to butting into other peoples' business~~ helpful.

"Keep your nosy ass out of it until I know more?" Dante offered.

Ringo started to snap back something, but then stopped and considered Dante for a moment.

She nodded abruptly.

"You let me know when there's something I can do." It was almost like she was getting more mature.

But Dante probably shouldn't read too much into that.

"Thanks," Dante said. He snagged the second slice of pizza. "Anyway, looks like I'm roommateless for a while."

And he was fine with that.

Completely.

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