Fandom High Dormitories

Aravis had, indeed, promised to care for Trenor while Karal was away. Not that she minded, honestly -- being in the stables was refreshing, and made her feel almost like she was back home (Archenland, not Calormen -- she hardly remembered what the interior of her father's stable looked like.) Between the smell and the soft noises of the horses, she half-expected to walk outside and find the twins tussling in the grass.

Homesickness and nostalgia were not on her agenda today, however, as she had brought treats for Trenor (as well as a few apples for the larger horse that she did not know, if he wanted them as her player didn't want to mod.) "Sorry you had to endure that damn desert," she murmured, holding out a few cubes of sugar in her palm for Trenor. "I owe you more than this."

Yes, she was talking to animals that didn't talk back. Again. She kind of just wanted to be sure.

[mostly establishy but absolutely open for all your stable and Aravis needs.]

Aravis once again found herself camped out in the common room as curfew rolled around, this time equipped with her blanket, pillow and puppy and clearly prepared to spend the night.

However, if the confused expression on her face was any indication, she wasn't going to sleep any time soon. She tilted her head at the television as strangely-dressed individuals alternately yelled or 'sang' (she didn't feel comfortable calling that music) out at her for about three minutes, then the entire venue, band of people, and 'song' changed again.

It was bizarre. She had no idea what she could possibly be watching, or what the phrases in white at the left-hand bottom of the screen were meant to indicate.

[Aravis has discovered MTV (or MTV2, since that's where the solid blocks of videos tend to be these days.) *boreds*]

Aravis was bored, and in a particularly lazy mood.

Which was why there was a lethargic Aravis lounging on one of the couches, a sleeping rat on her stomach and a puppy at her feet (when he wasn't scampering around and nosing at things in the room.)

She idly flipped through the channels, slowly polishing off the last of her candy stash.

[zomg, bored and awake all night. open!]

Aravis had been out for an evening walk, and had finally settled in a common room a floor down from her usual one.

She'd begun flipping through the channels, and settled on something that made her eyes go huge. She wasn't entirely certain why the very large car things were trying to kill the smaller cars (or if you could "kill" cars, really, but they were certainly crushing them well) or why the crowds were cheering.

And sadly no matter how much she wanted to change it, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

[I blame ambassadorinara for the fact that yes, Aravis is watching monster trucks. open!]

Aravis really should have known better than to sit out in plain sight in her pink clothes. But when one has a large puppy, one's not-so-large dorm room can seem awfully small.

She'd managed to find a ball somewhere, and was now amusing herself with tossing it across the common room and waiting for Seely to obediently bring it back.

It took longer than one might think, because he kept getting distracted by things like invisible dust monsters and his own tail.

Aravis, for her part, just kept talking to him as though he might answer. She had suspicions that he might actually be a talking Dog after that perplexing phone call yesterday.

[open for all your pink!Aravis-harassing/Seely-puppy visiting needs. :D]

Now that she knew how to change the channels on the television, Aravis was enjoying doing just that.

It's possible she had found a Space Battles special. And it's possible she was imitating the noises of the weaponry.

She'd never admit it, though.

[open, as common rooms tend to be. if you want to drop a pet-turned-human in here, by all means, say it's after midnight. :D]

Aravis couldn't sleep, yet again, and rather than disturb Karal, she'd risen and pulled her dressing gown around herself, and wandered out to the common room.

She picked up the odd little box that controlled the television's light, and illuminated the TV. She settled herself on a sofa, content to watch whatever this program might be. It seemed to be about four elderly women.

[open as CRs tend to be.]

Aravis, after her informative talk with Rikku the other day, had actually managed to put herself together reasonably well, in preparation for her date with Seely which is being posted early like whoa yay timezones.

So now she sat perched on the couch in Abominable Snowcabin, wearing a light-colored summer gown and her hair down and out of its usual braid. She'd coerced the television into doing something, and was now watching some sort of presentation about a man selling knives for a limited time while she waited.

[totally open to cabinmates, and obviously for the boy who is picking up the girl.]