She made sure that her side of the room was clean and even brought in some cookies and a drink for Maron for when she came. She wasn't exactly very good at hosting, but she wanted to do the best to help her friend feel better after the mess that was last week.

[for one!]

Fiona had picked out books, put them down again, placed them around the room, loaded them into a bag, unloaded them-- she was starting to think that her brother was going to yell at her (yes, Eliot, yelling) over her mistreatment of their tactical texts if she did much more. The whole thing had her nervous, though yesterday's talk with Dinah had ( Read more... )

She was there to practice the karate she'd learned, but much to her own chagrin, her mind turned from the lessons to the teacher ( Read more... )

Since it seems to be the day for it...

( He bakes, he flies, he plans to overthrow the government... )

The thing she hated about attending classes (well, that she'd discovered she hated about attending classes because this was really the first time she'd had a situation like this pop up) was that even after a horrible morning, she was still expected to attend. She couldn't fail to show up, of course, since she had no idea how close of an eye her ( Read more... )

Fiona was about to pack up her things to head for the salle to practice when she got the phonecall.

"Hey, Onchidoris bilamellata."

Her brother. But... wasn't he supposed to be in one of his million-and-three classes? The insult was the most important thing, though. Onchidoris bilamellata... that was a type of sea slug. So he was commenting on ( Read more... )

Fiona really loved having a phone. It meant she could call up a cab company, meet them at the end of the causeway, and have them at the mall and ready to shop without having to wait at the dorms ( Read more... )

There was Fight Club to go to of course, and homework to do, and research to work on, and something she wanted to check so she could use it on Eliot, but there was also the mythology text. Door and window both open so she could enjoy the breeze through the room, she picked up another text, a different one than the one she'd started. One that, ( Read more... )

It had been a good day so far, even with Arthur being a big jerk during Superhero Fashion, which was why she was flopped out on her bed, reading one of the books she'd gotten at the store today. It was a mythology book, one with plenty of history to go along with the stories; she wondered absently if, with this, she should try and see what matched ( Read more... )

( The first call was to Eliot. )