Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]
Jan. 8th, 2011 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Effy, being the discerning sort, had avoided getting caught up in the freak storm of mis-communication yesterday. She didn't talk enough to bother leaving people hundreds of messages, and that had really worked in her favour. The message she'd been left yesterday got to stay on her voicemail. It amused her.
True to this trait, she was busy texting back and forth with Panda this afternoon, trying to solve her friend's relationship issues. Effy found it particularly ironic that Pandora chose her of all people for all these questions. Like she had a brilliant track record with this shit.
Lounging sideways on her bed with her head dangling half off the edge as she look particularly comfortable, but left her with the option to glance out her open door and keep an eye on whatever the fuck her cross-hallway neighbor was doing wandering to apparently just stare into the hallway periodically.
Maybe she'd go ask later. When she could be bothered.
[[Door and post open, I completely failed at playing with phones yesterday, so I LINKDROP TODAY, DAMN IT.]]
True to this trait, she was busy texting back and forth with Panda this afternoon, trying to solve her friend's relationship issues. Effy found it particularly ironic that Pandora chose her of all people for all these questions. Like she had a brilliant track record with this shit.
Lounging sideways on her bed with her head dangling half off the edge as she look particularly comfortable, but left her with the option to glance out her open door and keep an eye on whatever the fuck her cross-hallway neighbor was doing wandering to apparently just stare into the hallway periodically.
Maybe she'd go ask later. When she could be bothered.
[[Door and post open, I completely failed at playing with phones yesterday, so I LINKDROP TODAY, DAMN IT.]]
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Date: 2011-01-08 09:39 pm (UTC)Yesterday's message however...
"Effy, right?" Rosalind leaned in the doorway, head-to-toe immaculately dressed in her usual suit and looking mildly bemused.
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Date: 2011-01-08 09:49 pm (UTC)"Right," she agreed, and put the effort into rolling over and getting a better look at her visitor. "And, you are?"
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:00 pm (UTC)And that was hardly likely to be useful, she realized, and added: "Friend of Alex."
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:25 pm (UTC)"Don't often get visitors identifying themselves by him," she remarked, curling a small smile. "Must admit, I'm a little intrigued."
"You can come in if you want," she added after a moment. Despite her own preference for lingering in doorways, it wasn't always the choice of everyone else.
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:37 pm (UTC)She did take a few steps in though, to lean against a desk. Sitting, apparently, Rosalind wasn't in the mood for.
Rosalind flicked her phone open and tracked down the message, before offering Effy her phone. "I sincerely hope that this message (http://give-areason.livejournal.com/271.html?thread=386575#t386575) was intended for you?"
Because if he'd meant to send it to her, Rosalind was going to be Most Displeased with him.
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:52 pm (UTC)"Haven't spoken to him in a couple days." Not that, that statement really answered Rosalind's question. "But. It is the sort of thing I would expect to get from him." It was Alex, after all.
The thing that grated was simply that it wasn't them. Breaking furniture, maybe. Hotel rooms and all the planning and spare cash that involved? Not so much.
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:57 pm (UTC)"Then I'll assume it was meant for you." Rosalind hesitated for a moment. "As I would not expect that from him."
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:09 pm (UTC)"If I did I don't remember it." Which would be a shame. Things like that were worth holding onto.
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:14 pm (UTC)"I... got told off by someone I've never talked to before, in what I'm assuming is another language, and invited out for pizza--again, by someone I've not talked to. Have the phones done this before?"
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:23 pm (UTC)"And I've got a... deal. So right now? No. I wouldn't." Yeah, she was calling her relationship a deal. A year or something with the same guy, she should really start calling it what it was. "Wouldn't be worth it."
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Date: 2011-01-08 11:32 pm (UTC)Ugh.
"... A deal?" Rosalind wasn't very experienced on the romantic side of things but that sounded... very prosaic. "I suppose if it's worth it..."
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Date: 2011-01-09 12:22 am (UTC)As for her deal... Well. "Deal," she repeated. "Or something like that." More the latter, a point that might've been implied by the slight twitch of a smile. "Some things are better undefined, don't you think?" Maybe that was just her and her issues.
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Date: 2011-01-09 02:33 am (UTC)"In this particular case," she said, "it does not really matter what I think. You're right that it's none of my business. In general, however, naming things enables more coherent discourse to be had."
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:09 am (UTC)Still. She'd have to find a way to bring that message up the next time she saw Alex. Or it'd just fucking bother her.
"Think it worked out in that I didn't go spreading secrets or propositioning any strangers yesterday."
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:12 am (UTC)Because, really, what had she been going to say about Alex?
"Knowing the phones were messed up--that makes a bit more sense, but... I don't think I'd call anyone to say something like that in any case."
Because Rosalind was... a prude.
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:18 am (UTC)This girl? Not a prude. In any way.
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Date: 2011-01-09 03:41 am (UTC)"I've never wanted it."
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Date: 2011-01-09 05:36 pm (UTC)Rosalind was striking her as rather... tighty strung.
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Date: 2011-01-08 09:53 pm (UTC)You know, light reading.
"Who are you texting, any way?" he asked.
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Date: 2011-01-08 10:57 pm (UTC)"Preferred it when she was bugging me for advice about screwing him."