Room 313, after classes

[solo_sword]

Classes today had meant that Jaina had been able to stop whining about Tuesdays taking up work time, because she'd been able to get more done there. This meant when she got back up to her room after classes to check her messages again, she had one status report from Lowie and otherwise, she was caught up.

It was a weird feeling, considering how behind she'd been only a couple days ago, and she almost didn't know what to do with herself now. So with a little "Hm" sound, she started going through files and seeing if she could work ahead on stuff.


[I'd say this is establishy, but let's say the door and post are open for SP till 5:30 PST, because I will want many many distractions when I get home and this is easier than badgering. Snap to it.]

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[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire was in an excellent mood after class and, when she noticed the door across the hall was open, she decided to grab a few of the cookies leftover from her baking yesterday and introduce herself to her neighbor.

She tapped on the door. "Hi! I'm Claire and I live across the hall."

[solo_sword]

If Jaina looked a little confused, it was because in two years, she couldn't remember anyone doing introducing themselves like that. It was new. "Uh, hi. I'm Jaina and I live here," she said, waving her in.

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you," Claire said, walking into the room. "I baked cookies yesterday," she added, offering Jaina the plastic bag with a few chocolate chip and a few peanut butter cookies.

[solo_sword]

"Thanks," she said, holding out her hand for it. "Do you bake cookies for all your neighbors?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire handed her the bag and shrugged. "I was bored yesterday so I baked in the common room. I had some leftovers and saw your door open. Have you been in Fandom a long time?"

[solo_sword]

"Two years now." Two very long years. "You're one of the new kids, I'm guessing."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Yup, just over a month," Claire said. "I guess you like it here if you've stayed this long."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois was feeling kind of restless herself (not in the dirty way anymore, thank you) so she decided to stop by Jaina's room and un-bored herself.

"That looks an awful lot like working."

[solo_sword]

"Good eye," she said, holding up her datapad. "I'm actually geting a jump on things for once."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"You're ahead of your work? That calls for a nap or TV watching or something," Lois said. "Not more work."

[solo_sword]

"That's not quite the way it works with this," Jaina told her, sighing. "I'm working on stuff for my pilots, so they get a little extra training and they don't get blown up next time they go out. Cheery stuff like that makes it hard to go watch TV."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Please tell me that cheery stuff like that didn't stop you from enjoying last week," Lois said. Because that would just be sad.

[solo_sword]

"Last week would be why there was just three days of catchup for me," Jaina admitted. "Oops."

[weetuskenraider]

You know, she could have kept avoiding Jaina, but there was only so much avoiding Tahiri had a tolerance for at any given time, apparently, and she did have an apology to give. Normally she'd have gone straight on up to her own floor to do this, but on her way back upstairs after a workout she realized where Jaina was, took a detour at the top of the stairwell to the third floor, and headed on over.

Shifting uneasily from one foot to the other, she knocked on the doorframe, never mind that the door was open.

[solo_sword]

It really wasn't a surprise to Jaina that they'd be talking, but it was a little bit of a surprise that it didn't happen in Fight Club or somewhere neutral. They seemed to do that a lot. "Hey," she greeted her.

[weetuskenraider]

Yeah, Tahiri had actually decided to pick a slightly more appropriate conversation setting for once. It might be a fluke. Who knows?

"Hi," she said, leaning into the doorway but not quite coming in. "Um, it's not a bad time, is it?"

You know. Like last time.

[solo_sword]

It'd be easy to claim work, but she wasn't going to do that today. "Not at all. Come on in."

[weetuskenraider]

She looked a little dubious, but took a few steps into the room and sat down on the floor with her knees tucked up under her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"How are you doing? After all of --" Tahiri waved a hand vaguely. "Everything."

[solo_sword]

"Caught up," she said, putting the datapad down on the bed, and all things considering, it was a little embarrassing to have to admit that. "Sorry if there was trauma." Get that out of the way.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine was not a lemming, thank you, she just lived here. And she came back after her class before deciding what she might want to do for the evening. "Working hard?" she asked, tossing her laptop on her bed for a moment because she'd pretty much been carrying it around all day.

One day, she was going to learn the hard way that, while all the important features were the same, a laptop was no where near as durable as a desk.

[solo_sword]

The laptop throwing definitely got an eyebrow raise from little miss mechanic. "Always. Done working hard?' she guessed

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Possibly," Valentine said. "I haven't figured out what to do with my time tonight." And then she flopped on her bed, too, lying back and looking at the ceiling as if therein lied the answer.

[solo_sword]

"That's what people tend to say right before they camp out in a common room," she pointed out. "I've noticed that trend."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"That's what I've usually been doing," Valentine admitted. "Especially if there's food involved."

[solo_sword]

"That happens a lot," she nodded. "You liking it so far? I feel like I can ask that with enough time gone now."