Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

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.]]

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[give-areason.livejournal.com]

While Rosalind was aware of the person Alex was--with--she had never bothered, or truly, seen the need to go out of her way to track her down.

Yesterday's message however...

"Effy, right?" Rosalind leaned in the doorway, head-to-toe immaculately dressed in her usual suit and looking mildly bemused.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy turned her attention away from her phone a moment to glance towards the door. One of those people she recognised, but found she didn't really know. Interesting.

"Right," she agreed, and put the effort into rolling over and getting a better look at her visitor. "And, you are?"

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Rosalind."

And that was hardly likely to be useful, she realized, and added: "Friend of Alex."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, that made a little more sense, and she nodded a little understanding as she sat up properly. Somewhere along the way, despite her insistence otherwise, people seemed to have picked up on associating them together.

"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.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Considering the message I got yesterday," she said dryly, "I thought I might stop by."

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

So would Effy. Her lips twitched slightly as she listened as she tried to suppress her reaction. Saying nothing for a moment, she offered the phone back.

"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.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind tucked her phone away.

"Then I'll assume it was meant for you." Rosalind hesitated for a moment. "As I would not expect that from him."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I got some weird shit too," she shared. "Something about blowing celebrities." People in this school were really bloody bizarre.

"If I did I don't remember it." Which would be a shame. Things like that were worth holding onto.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Would you?" Rosalind arched an eyebrow.

"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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Yes. It has." And she'd got some equally odd messages that time. "Got accidentally propositioned by a teacher last year." Was he still a teacher then? She wasn't sure, but he sure was now the last she checked.

"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."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Inappropriate," she said, disapprovingly. "Did the teacher ever find out where their message went?"

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..."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged non-commitally. She had no idea. Hadn't exactly chased it up, and as far as she could tell neither had he. Probably didn't want to know he'd asked about what she could do with her tongue.

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.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly," Rosalind said mildly. "Leaving them undefined can lead to misunderstanding as each person works off their own comprehension of the situation at hand."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mm." There was that. "People have this... intense desire to name things. Categorise. But if the ones involved do know. What does it matter what you call it? If you call it anything at all?"

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind considered that for a moment.

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy quirked a smile. "Not much of a talker anyway." The less she had to chat about it all, the happier she was. The idea of coherent discourse wouldn't really draw her.

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."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Neither did I," she admitted. "I refused to dignify my messages with a response."

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thought you were a fan of coherent discourse," Effy pointed out looking a little amused at the emphasis in her response. "So, if you wanted it, you wouldn't just ask?"

This girl? Not a prude. In any way.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind stared at her.

"I've never wanted it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"... The furniture breaking or the sex?" The destruction, she could kind of understand. Might not be everyone's cup of tea. Not wanting sex on the other hand... that was bizarre to her.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"The sex," she said, with a sidelong glance.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Should really try it sometime," she advised, slouching back with a smirk. "Might find letting loose a bit of fun."

Rosalind was striking her as rather... tighty strung.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter himself was lounging on his bed with a textbook on theoretical physics.

You know, light reading.

"Who are you texting, any way?" he asked.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"A friend." The most obvious answer possible, but describing Pandora was... difficult to say the least. It was a slightly mismatched friendship. "Best friend, I guess."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Back in England, or are you just too tired to get up and go two floors to their room?" Peter joked, shutting his book. He'd gotten bored.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"England," Effy clarified, quirking a smirk. "But I like your confidence in my stamina. Very comforting," she tossed back.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Your stamina is none of my business," Peter said with a chuckle. "I didn't mean it like that, actually. But good to know you're keeping in touch with old friends. Or... I don't know where I'm going. Interesting conversation with England?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"She has drama," she answered. "Her love life is in shit, and apparently I'm the closest she has to an expert on the matter. Kind of depressing, that." Really. Effy, relationship guru?

"Preferred it when she was bugging me for advice about screwing him."