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]

"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.