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Location:
Girl's Dorm, Room 309Mood:
...?Currently:
"Unpacking"Interaction:
Ginny, Skye
Oh, they'd woken her. Oops. Mercy wasn't surprised when Ginny went to turn off the light. They could see fine without it. Plus, she was certain Ginny would complain if she started unpacking the blonde's things. Mercy knew it wasn't her business but she did of course notice how Skye immediately went to fix her laptop. Well, she'd have to figure that out and make sure this girl wasn't a threat to Ginny. "You don't seem like you're going to the bonfire tonight." She stated. There was probably no point in asking - Skye sounded tired as hell. Mercy felt her impatience getting the best of her. Ginny could complain if she wanted, Mercy decided as she leaned down to pick up a bag. "Where do you want this?"
Mercy knew that Ginny wouldn't immediately start an argument after just meeting her roommate. Ah, the traps of social conventions. There was a moment of quiet before she got a response. "...that stuff can go in the bottom drawer, please." And then Ginny went back to talking to Skye, so she was scot free. A smile tugged on her face. She'd won this one--ow. Mercy's eye twitched as Ginny gripped her shoulder. "Why don't you just let me help you, you dork." She muttered tersely, opening the bag and placing the clothes neatly in the drawer like Ginny asked. Ginny might be bound by social traps but Mercy?
Mercy could care less.
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Location:
Girl's Dorm, Room 309Mood:
CuriousCurrently:
"Unpacking"Interaction:
Mercy, Skye
Oh boy, they'd woken her. As soon as Ginny heard Skye's voice, her eyes widened and she went to turn off the lights - but she didn't miss Skye lowering the brightness on her laptop. That probably didn't mean anything for her. Maybe in time, she'd let Ginny know what was going on. They definitely had time - two semesters meant around eight Earth months....around two hundred and forty-two Earth days, and each day meant twenty-four Earth hours. She'd already done enough math - fact of the matter was, there was more than enough time. "Sorry for waking you-"
"It doesn't seem like you're going to the bonfire tonight."
If "Mercy needs tact" was a sash, Ginny would wear it with pride, walk down a catwalk with it, even. Now Ginny was shaking her head, and while she was distracted, of course Mercy had went to unpack her stuff. "Where do you want this?" Curse social conventions. Ginny's brows furrowed. "...that can go in the bottom drawer, please." Then she turned to speak to Skye, ignoring the look of joy she knew had to be on her face. Jerk. "...Are you going, Skye?" Ginny smiled as she walked over and gripped Mercy's shoulder. Jerk. "We don't have to stay for long, either. Technically, it's already late here, right?"
She spoke a little bit louder than Mercy so Skye wouldn't focus on her friend's words, again purposefully ignoring Mercy's trap. "Or we could just bring you back something to eat." For some reason, Ginny felt Skye hadn't eaten for a while. She released her grip on Mercy's shoulder, giving the sore spot a gentle rub. She wasn't sorry, but she could offer some sort of consolation.
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