Room 212, Monday Afternoon

[boneyard_girl]

As much as she loved Fandom, Ada hated fall on the East Coast, she really really did. It was cold and wet and rainy and still humid and there was too much water. It gave her a headache and made the skin around her scales itch like mad. And after handling the water balloons in Mr. Rand's class, her hands were itching too

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was bored, and restless, and the way the news was going this world was starting to feel depressingly like Limbo City - it was throwing him off his stride. So he needed distraction, and the closest distraction after a lunch run was Ada's...

...So there he was, knocking.

[boneyard_girl]

OH THANK FUCK A DISTRACTION.

"Come in!" Ada yelled, sitting up on her bed. "Unless you're gonna talk politics or be serious, then you can fuck right off!"

WHAT? The cold and wet and itching was bad enough, the last thing she needed was depressing, which is why she was watching a movie about tornado-sharks.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Only thought I have about politics is a dream about being caught with a politician in a bathroom stall," Dante said merrily. He nudged the door open. "'s up, Ades?"

[boneyard_girl]

Ada tilted her head thoughtfully. "...Think if we head in to Baltimore we could find one?" she asked curiously. "'M not above settin' that up for pictures."

Look, you had your methods of political protest, and Ada had hers. Catching politicians in flagrante delicto seemed like a good one.

"Not much up, 'cept cold an' wet, an' it's making me nuts," she said, waving a hand at the window. "An' whatever th' hell this weekend was. I think I was a robot?"