Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-01-05 06:18 pm
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Room 324, Early Tuesday Evening
Kate was having a quiet day. And that suited her awesomely. Last week had been pretty... eventful, what with the trip to New York and fighting and nervous breakdowns and all, and then there'd been the newbie picnic and talking to way too many people and a coffee-date and flying.
And then of course new classes, yesterday.
Kate felt she deserved a quiet day, so she'd slept in, and had done absolutely nothing useful the whole day. Unless you counted a quick trip to town – avoiding the park – to acquire a big bag of candy a useful thing. And Kate sure as hell did.
She knew Geoffrey was casting for the next play today, but she also knew there were two more times to audition, so no, she wasn't going to be making it to the theater today.
Instead, she was lying flat on her stomach on her bed, with her laptop and the aforementioned bag of candy in front of her. Mmm, candy. Mmm, useless internet things.
[ooc: Man, I wish I had candy. Open door, open post!]
And then of course new classes, yesterday.
Kate felt she deserved a quiet day, so she'd slept in, and had done absolutely nothing useful the whole day. Unless you counted a quick trip to town – avoiding the park – to acquire a big bag of candy a useful thing. And Kate sure as hell did.
She knew Geoffrey was casting for the next play today, but she also knew there were two more times to audition, so no, she wasn't going to be making it to the theater today.
Instead, she was lying flat on her stomach on her bed, with her laptop and the aforementioned bag of candy in front of her. Mmm, candy. Mmm, useless internet things.
[ooc: Man, I wish I had candy. Open door, open post!]

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He wandered back into the room, a couple of slices of leftover pizza in hand.
"I miss anything while I was gone?" he checked. Hey, there totally could've been an invasion of tiny snowmonsters in bunny suits or something. Never could tell.
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"That would explain the group of coffee mugs carrying pickaxes I had to step over to get back inside," he retorted.
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Hypothetically, of course.
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Kate wasn't exactly buying into the hypotheticality of this, no. You could tell by the quirking eyebrow.
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"It's doing it to me. Again," he complained.
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Or, you know, when you were still unaware that you were somehow involved, if only a very little, tiny bit.
"What is it this time?"
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Paaause. "You know a different version of Warren?" By what she'd heard, he wasn't exactly the only one. And wait, that totally made it sound like Warren was the more important one. "And, uh, Kurt."
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"Yeah," he nodded. "He goes- went to school with me at Xavier's. You've met already?"
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"Yeah," she nodded. "At the picnic..." Her voice drifted off, kind of making it obvious there was supposed to be something added to the end of that.
Look. This was a little weird, so she didn't feel like just saying they'd been on a very memorable date. Don't ask her why.
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"We had a coffee date on Sunday," Kate replied with the slightest hint of a smirk.
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Okay, it was easy for her to say. She knew that.
"Seems like a lot of people know Warren, the Warren we have here, and he doesn't know anyone. So I'm gonna go ahead and say he's worse off than you."
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She tossed the pillow back at his head.