Room 209, Wednesday morning

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Aeryn comes back to her room after Sociology, stopping when she sees something small, thin and red standing up in front of her door.

She attempts to kick it out of her way when she tries to get into her room, but next thing she knows it's drawing a big red C on her arm.

Remembering the announcements, she asks, "What are you grading me on, exactly?"

It twitches a little.

"If you don't know, I'd say I deserve at least a B," she says.

The crayon twitches against her hand, and puts a - next to the C.

"No," Aeryn tells it.

The crayon actually bounces. Another bouncer. Great.

Aeryn glares.

The crayon stops bouncing. After a moment under Aeryn's glare, the crayon puts another mark on Aeryn's arm to read C+.

"Frell you," Aeryn says.

The crayon... looks a little offended. And scratches out the C to write B. The plus is still next to it.

"Was that really so difficult?" asks Aeryn.

The crayon goes about its merry way, as sentient crayons do, and Aeryn locks the door to her room once she's inside. Stupid planet and its stupid crayons.

[I'm home for the afternoon. Entertain me.

ETA: Dear self: saying Sam stopped by is cool. Conversation? NFB. Kthnx.]

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"Sure, great," she said, dryly. There really wasn't any way she'd ever be 'good' with it. She'd been gullible, and now entire galaxies were at risk. "What about you? How was the X-302?"

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"It's a little shaky, but has a good start," she says. "I'm still here, so that says something for it."

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"Beats the heck out of the X-301, then," Sam snickered. It was funny now, though it certainly hadn't been at the time. "If Jack ever comes back, you can ask him about it."

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"I'll keep that in mind," she promises.

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Sam nodded again and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "Are we okay? I know this can kind of throw people. Y'know, clone, adult, Air Force...you name it."

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"Yeah," she says. "Janet explained some things around Halloween, but there were gaps. Things make more sense now."

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"Good, thanks," Sam said, obviously relieved. "Obviously, this isn't common knowledge. If nothing else, people would flip out over the whole Eighth thing."

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"Obviously," she agrees. "I won't say anything."

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"Thanks." Sam decided to ask Aeryn a question she might not have otherwise. "Are you okay with being back? Really?"

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She takes a deep breath and says honestly, "I'm getting there. It's an adjustment."

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"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam made a face. "If you don't, I understand completely, and I'd be happy to work out with you in the gym sometime if you just wanted to ignore it for a while."

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"I'm getting there, too," she says, because while smaller things are coming out, the big things are still... big. "I am back in the gym more often, though."

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"Good. Familiar patterns and activities help, I've found." She smiled and headed for the door. "If you ever need an ear, you know where I am and that I can handle it, right?"

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"Yeah," she says, and gives her a little smile. "Thanks."

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"Welcome. I'll see you around."

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"Bye, Sam," she says, and closes the door again behind her.