I hear words go past me backwards.

Sitting on the side of the steps outside her cabin, rather than in it, or at one of the campfires was pretty normal for Effy. She could get air, smoke without (hopefully) pissing cabinmates off too much and take in a bit of the quiet evening without actually having to pretend to care about being sociable. It worked for her.

And she was pretty sure it actually gave her more privacy for a call to Tony than being cramped in her alcove.

It wasn't a long conversation, but more than enough to put her in an even more brooding mood than she had been before. Amazing as she thought Tony was, nothing was quite the same, even a year down the line and the tidbits he was passing back were less than encouraging. Less than usual, even. Fucking parents.

She was just going to stay out here for a bit. Make the most of the slightly cooler evening and the quiet while it still was.

[[Open, but with a SP potential because I've been horribly flaky lately.]]

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!]]