Outside Herbert Hoover Cabin [Thursday, Evening]

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First week or so in this sodding weird place, really hadn't been as awful as she'd expected. There were a few people even weren't too bad (and the ones that were she could still annoy the hell out of), a bar where they didn't even try and card her, and there were even a few parties. What else did she really need, right?

For all the last few days had been quieter for her, a couple of classes and not much else, making her way to find other people felt like just a little too much social effort. She could see the light of a couple of other cabins dotted around through the dusk from here, and that was good enough for her.

It was still relatively warm out, so she settled on the steps of her cabin and stretched out to enjoy a bit of evening air, and a bit of evening spliff, to watch the odd moose wander past (and god, being stoned made that a lot easier to digest).

... And hope that she didn't get bitched at for being a fire hazard, or whatever. She was not a fucking fire hazard. She was great with fire.

[[I neeeeed a study break. SO open!]]

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona almost tripped over Effy but kept herself from taking the step that would have done so by, well, noticing her there.

"Hello."

Not the least bit of annoyance in her tone. She'd had a wonderful day. Just a touch of confusion. Then--

"Oh, watching the moose?"

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"Not much else going on around here," Effy said, taking a moment before she glanced up at Fiona and shifted over a little.

"Weird."

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"Me or the moose?" she asked. She wasn't sure if the moving was to let her by or to let her sit.

She chose to sit.

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"The moose," Effy clarified, blowing her smoke away from Fiona. She was antisocial, not completely lacking in manners. "Don't think I know you well enough to comment on your normalcy." And she couldn't really talk when it came to oddities.

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"Probably not, but I'm sure you'll get to it pretty quick."

It was rather close to the surface, after all.

"The moose aren't so bad, though. One of them spoke French.

"Or I was still really asleep. I'm pretty sure it spoke French, though."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"... It talked to you."

And now Effy was wondering if she wasn't the only one on drugs here.

"Are you sure?

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shrugged.

"I don't know. Then again, I just kind of accept things at this point."

She folded her arms on her lap and shrugged.

"I gave up on trying to rationalize it way before I got here."

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"I'm all out of logic, anyway," Effy decided, leaning forward on her knees to get a closer look at their moose friend. "Probably better that way."

If she thought too hard she'd think she was crazier than she probably already was.

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"To use it, you'd have to keep redefining it," she noted as she reached out a hand to the moose.

"And if you keep having to redefine it, it isn't really a good definition anyway so the whole thing is pointless."

She looked over at the other girl.

"We did the name thing, right?"

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"Right." Effy nodded. "Fiona," she said quirking a slight smile, just to prove she did actually know. "I make a note to try and remember who it is lives with me when I can."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She winced a little and then did a bit of mental searching.

"Effy, right?"

She pulled her hand back and watched the moose.

"It's nothing personal. I'm just not used to so many people. Never really was good with people."

She'd just been through enough crap that she'd lost the fear. She still was a bit blunt and sometimes she got offended and missed queues, but she wasn't really nervous like she used to be.

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"Don't really have to be good with people to put a name to a face," Effy pointed out. She wasn't bothered in the slightest, just felt the need to point these things out.

"Guess I'll have to work on being more memorable." Yeah, she probably wouldn't, but she looked at least mildly amused by the prospect. "Get a catchphrase, dye my hair green or something."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She let out a soft little laugh.

"No, just--"

She let it go.

"You're fine. I'm just getting used to this place."

She looked sideways at Effy.

"How are your classes working out at least? You in any of the odd ones?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Played Russian roulette with a water pistol," she said after a moment. "Not exactly your every day exercise."

"Can't really complain." She liked a little bit of variety like that, even if she'd been skeptical about Loki's trustworthiness in rigging those things purely to soak them all.

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She smirked at that.

"I'm in that one. I tricked my way out of the exercise."

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"Can't say I actually pulled the trigger either," she admitted. "But it sounded better to say I played."

"How'd you do it?"

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"Pointed out he'd done nothing to earn my trust," she said as she turned her head to lean on one arm.

"Used his own little speech on him. He had to agree I had a point."

Of course, she'd embarrassed herself first, but she wasn't going to mention that part.

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"Nice," Effy remarked with a smirk. "Think he either didn't notice or didn't care if I did it or not. Worked for me."

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She shrugged.

"I wanted to make a point," she said, edging towards the whole truth but not quite committing to it.

"I did the trustfalls, though. How'd that go for you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't drop anyone," Effy replied. "Think my partner thought I might do." On purpose. She left off the 'on purpose'. She might've given Maron that impression on purpose for the entertainment factor.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

That got a bit of a smile.

"That's the point, I guess," she noted before watching the moose.

"What has you out here, I mean, if you don't mind me asking and all?"

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Effy waved her spliff vaguely, "Seemed like as comfortable place out here as any." Like those logs around the campfires were in any way comfy.

She shrugged, and offered it to Fiona a moment later.

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She looked at it a moment.

"Is that what I think it is?"

She was just checking.

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"That really depends what you're thinking," Effy replied, with the sort of smirk that might tell you exactly what it was.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She smiled and reached out to take it, pulling it to her mouth and doing it just as Chuck had shown her the other night. She let the smoke blow out in a soft stream.

"Thanks."

She held it out for Effy to take back.