Room 323 [Thursday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Most days, Effy found issues could be pretty easily buried. She was practiced, good at it, and spending time away had helped. Skiing wasn't her, snowboarding, hot tubbing, relaxing. It wasn't really her. Actually it was easier not being her.

But. Reality had slowly leaked back in, and there were days like today, when she let her guard down and dreams of other places slithered in and got comfortable and brought friends, and bothered her. A lot.

Without class today to take her mind off things, she had to make her own entertainment. Shift her focus away from whatever shit was taking up space in her mind. No, today she had a... project.

Effy could be surprisingly productive when she was thrown into the right -- or possibly wrong, mental state. She should probably be considering what Peter would think of her new decorative impulses. Whatever. It was a little marker pen, and on her side of the room at least.

[[Door and post are open, Effy is... weird.]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

So, there was a dance in a few days and Alex was the president of the student council (that was still weird) which meant he kinda had to show. Was it really a surprise that he'd wander up a floor to see if Effy was gonna show?

When he appeared in her door, he had a smart comment on his lips that stayed there when he saw what she was busy with.

"Today arts and crafts day?" he finally asked, trying to both get her attention and get an explanation.

[Work blah blah possible SP blah blah but still!]

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I like it," Peter said, entering the room and plopping down onto his bed unceremoniously. "Very modern. Very now."

[njeuzanh.livejournal.com]

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