Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [01/23].

[outofthequiver]

Even though things seemed like they might be improving between Libby and her roommate after last weekend, she still liked to give Vi her space, and, by now, Libby was just used to spending most of her time, albeit handwavily, in the common rooms or elsewhere. She was definitely starting to feel the ache of homesickness, though, and so she figured she might take care of some of that by writing some letters to send off, trying her best to detail things for her mother, for her siblings, for Zo (who would no doubt tease her a little for writing a letter when she could just text or call, but Libby knew she would appreciate the quaintness of it all the same) without ending up with whole novels for them to read.

There was a lot to be said, though! So she made herself a mug of hot chocolate, since it just seemed to really complete the whole experience, sat down at the table with a notebook and a ready pen, and got to recounting how her first month here in the outside world seemed to be shaping up for her, with the copy of the book she was reading for her books and movie class on hand, as well, because she figured, when she finished with the letters, she would go ahead and get started on that second read-through of it, since she'd pretty much already devoured it at least one.

[[ open common room is open for some lazy Sunday SP! ]]

Comments

[giveittoyoursister]

It did, but today Vi wasn't so blindsided that she couldn't keep hold of her temper and her tongue.

"Cheap cuts are the only option in the lanes, not that they're actually cheap." And if you could get meat at all deeper in the fissures you didn't ask questions about it. "All the food here's real nice."

And it was hard to screw it up this kind of scramble too much.