Room 239/240, Wednesday evening

[can_be_more]

All Aeryn knows is that after this morning, she is not spending the night next door. So when she gets up to the second floor, she walks into her room, slams the door shut, and takes a seat on her bed. Right now, it would be really nice to be able to shut off her brain for a while.


((Welcome to girly emo therapy.))

Comments

[janet_fraiser]

"Wow," said Janet, coming back from the library. "I was kind of wondering if you still lived in this room. How's it going?"

[can_be_more]

Aeryn avoids the question entirely, asking, "How are you?"

[janet_fraiser]

Janet shrugged. "Finals are stupid, high school is a moronic experience that no one should ever have to go through twice, and I'm feeling the need to do something other than study foreign languages or Criminal Justice. What do you want to do?"

[can_be_more]

Right now she'd usually be somewhere with John, but Aeryn pushes that thought out of her head as quickly as possible. "I'm not really in a going out sort of mood," she says slowly. Or a doing anything sort of mood, really.

[janet_fraiser]

Janet glances at Aeryn, concerned, but Aeryn's not the type to react well to pushing. She'll talk if she wants to.

"So we're thinking mindless and nothing involving effort?" asks Janet. She looks around the room, trying to come up with something. There are a few bottles of nail polish shoved into a corner on the top of her bookshelf.

"Have you ever done--" Wait, no, Aeryn wouldn't have a clue what 'doing your nails' meant. "Have you ever painted your fingernails?" asked Janet.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn makes a face at her. "Why would I do a thing like that?"

[janet_fraiser]

"It looks nice," said Janet. "And it's a good way to kill the time." She went and grabbed the bottles of nail polish off the bookshelf.

"I have red, two shades of blue, pink, green, and gold," said Janet, putting them down on the night table. "Which one do you want?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Spider-Man has a Spidey-sense that warns him of danger. Bridge Carson has an emo-sense that warns him of the presence of too much emo.

And right now, his emo-sense was going off leik whoa. And so, leaving RIC in the Common Room, as the robot absolutely refused to stop watching Angel, Bridge bounces off to room 239/240, and knocks on the door.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn stands up, opening the door with her non-polished hand and deciding anything that leaves her unable to handle things like a normal human being is not good therapy. "Hi," she says, with no idea why Bridge is here.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Bridge chirps. "Can I come in?" he doesn't actually wait for an answer, and bounces into the room.

[janet_fraiser]

"Hi, Bridge," says Janet, waving with the hand that isn't holding the nail polish brush. She's not really sure why he's here, but, hey, why not? "How's it going?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not too bad. My robot dog is stalking Angel, who I had a very interesting conversation with about Jell-O today. Ooh, is that nail polish?"

[can_be_more]

Aeryn nods, too caught off guard to say anything to that last question. "Your robot dog is... What's Jell-O?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What's Jell-O?" Bridge echoes. "Well, it's um, this sort of wiggly-" he makes a vague hand gesture, "and it tastes kind of like fruit, but not really, it's all artificial, and it's slippery and would be really good for throwing at people!"

[janet_fraiser]

"You want some?" asks Janet. "Also, why's your robot dog stalking Angel?"

Janet turns to Aeryn. "It's a dessert. Translucent, wiggly gelatin, flavored and colored, usually cut into cubes. Sam likes the blue stuff, everyone else likes red."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

There's a quick knock on the door that might actually have been a kick from someone whose hands were full.

[can_be_more]

Since she's closest to the door, Aeryn reaches out and opens it again for Vala. "Is your robot dog stalking Angel, too?"

[janet_fraiser]

"Hey, Vala," says Janet, waving.

"So take the gloves off," said Janet, who was totally ignorant of the emosense and the need for gloves. "Put them back on again when your nails are dry."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Erm," Bridge runs a hand through his hair nervously. "Only if you don't have a problem with the fact that I'd then be able to read your aura and stuff."

[janet_fraiser]

"Read my aura?" asks Janet. "I didn't know you could read auras. That's kind of interesting. How does it work?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs, "Yup. And, I kinda like-" he waves a hand, "and then I can see a person's aura. S'why I keep the gloves on most of the time, so I'm not always seeing stuff that maybe people don't want me to see."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no...," Vala says, looking carefully behind her anyway. "But I come bearing cookies," she holds up the remains of a Huge Bag of NPC-brand holiday cookies, "and I have chocolate cake, donated by Cam."

[can_be_more]

That gets a genuine smile out of Aeryn. "Thank him for me," she says, letting Vala in.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay, cookies!" Bridge says, waving cheerfully at Vala.

[janet_fraiser]

"Cookies and chocolate cake," said Janet. "Thanks! Come in, have a seat, grab some nail polish. I also have Mint Meltaways."