Pixie cabin, alcove C1, Tuesday afternoon

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Aeryn has a headache. This might have to do with being out way too late staring at the sparkly cabin with Mel. She couldn't even be out late for a good reason. It had just been impossible to look away.

So she's not in the best mood today. And she's trying to go over the binder, but is having trouble concentrating on the words. Which is why she got out the laptop to just start looking at sites and wondering why this one has three pages of napkins.

There is always Elvis, really.


[Please bother her.]

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Rory returns from her long, long walk around campus. She'd come back to the cabin earlier after getting coffee from the Perk, but she had heard...noises, and decided that rather being struck blind by what sounded like a group of people, she'd just go for a nice walk.

But it seems safe now, so she goes to bother Aeryn. "Hi."

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"What's an ale-runner and why do I need one?" Aeryn says. "Hi."

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"...ale-runner? I have no idea," Rory says, staring. "It sounds like someone who runs around with ale, but why would you need one?"

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Aeryn turns the laptop, showing off a page full of aisle runners. Hey, she's still learning a little. "You walk on them, it looks like. Isn't that what the floor is for?"

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"Oh! Aisle runners. No, they cover the floor to make it pretty," she explains.

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"People have too much time on their hands to come up with these things," Aeryn decides, frowning at the computer.

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"Floors aren't usually pretty! Plus, hardwood floors can be really slippery," she notes. "You don't want people falling down."

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"...I could invite people I dislike."

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"You don't want people you hate there on your wedding day," Rory replies, frowning.

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"Yeah," Aeryn sighs. "We figured out a month."

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"When?" Rory asks gleefully.

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"November. Before Thanksgiving," she says.

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This would be Rory bouncing. "Now we can figure out the calendar!"

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John hasn't spent much time in his alcove and really, why would he start now? He knocks on the outside of Aeryn's alcove.

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She looks up at him and asks, "Did you really just knock?"

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"Yeah," he says and nods. "Just in case you were doing something or sleeping."

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She closes the laptop. "Neither of those things," she assures him.

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"What were you doing?" he asks, coming inside and flopping onto her bed.

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"Looking through some sites," she says. "Three pages of napkins. Four of tablecloths. That can't be necessary."

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He blinks. "For the wedding?"

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She nods. "Yeah."

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"You're getting into this," he says, smiling a little.

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"I'm sort of morbidly curious," she says. "I researched one thing just to see what it was and three arns later I'm still clicking on all these frelling links that never end."

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"Found anything you like?"

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"I hardly know what any of it is," she says. "I think I need to get Rory and Isabel together since they seem to know what's actually going on."