Second floor common room- Wednesday evening

[seriesofbaddecisions]

After last week's trip home (or at least to some version of it), Sabine was feeling way better about things, and had also spent most of her free time since in her warehouse. By today, she felt like she should at least get out a bit, even if it was just to the common room.

She'd long ago figured out that if you ordered food, they'd send too much. So today when she placed her order for Chinese food, she got way too much on purpose, just to see what would happen. It wasn't like she knew what everything was yet anyway.

The delivery guy showed up with half the order, and they forgot the egg rolls.

Anyway, have some food, there's still plenty.


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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I don't know what tarot cards are," Sabine admitted, grabbing a plastic fork and taking a seat.

[white_oleander]

"I'll have to show you," Astrid said with a faint smile. "If anything, it's a great set, really gorgeous art. They're cards used for fortune telling; I'm not very good at it, not like she was, but the idea is that you draw a series of cards from the deck, and it's supposed to tell you about the person's past, present, and future, based on what type of cards were drawn and in what order."

And since Sabine didn't really seem the type of person that would believe in something like that, Astrid added, "She always said it was much more about reading the person than reading the cards, though. No more divine than any of those little slips of paper. But it was always fascinating, watching her do it, seeing what she'd come up, and how people would respond."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"You had me at 'art.'" Which Astrid probably knew. "It does sound interesting to watch, at least..."

[white_oleander]

To watch, Astrid noted, figuring that would mean reading Sabine would be a hard sell, which only made her realize just how interesting Sabine would be to read.

She thought a little around some book choy.

"Maybe," she mused, "we could put something together one of these days, down in the lobby or something. I'll put on my mom's white kimono and set up shop, like she used to do in Mexico, see if there's any takers."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

This was quite possibly the most Astrid had ever talked about things like her mom, and Sabine was pretty sure if she pointed it out, she'd stop.

"We did talk about having monthly parties. Which we did... once," she noted. "I'm sure people would be up for it."

[white_oleander]

Sabine would not be wrong about that. Talking about Ingrid now, even in a vague, distant sense made the longing a little worse, but also more tolerable.

"Well, I wouldn't want to make a party out of it," she said, laughing off the idea that just made her want to retract into her shell again, "but if we wanted to do a January party, it could be a good time to do it, I guess."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Parties here do tend to end up being the same people who we see in common rooms," Sabine pointed out.

[white_oleander]

"That is true," Astrid agreed, which meant it made it both easier and more difficult trying to read some of them. "We are quickly running out of January, though. We'd have to plan quickly if we want to meet the margin."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It's not like I have much going on." She still wasn't entirely counting on there being any kind of mission yet, so she wasn't worrying about that interfering. "Whenever you want to do it, I'm there."

[white_oleander]

"I guess there's this weekend?" Astrid shrugged a little. "Last minute, maybe, but word always spreads around here. Either that, or Monday." She made a disgruntled face. "Just to celebrate the fact that another Monday is over."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine thought about it. "I say Monday. Since I radio it anyway. Give people something to look forward to."

She had nothing against Mondays. But other people did!

[white_oleander]

Other people with every Monday class, for example.

Thanks a lot, 'case worker.'

Astrid breathed a sigh of relief already for a moment when all those classes would finish and had to marvel a little at the idea of being excited about a party.

"Monday, then," she agreed with a nod. "Take over the sixth floor again, maybe?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It might as well have some purpose," Sabine agreed.

[white_oleander]

"And just like that," Astrid grinned, "the party-a-month plan is off on the right foot for the new year. Only eleven more to go."