Room 201, Wednesday Evening

[give_areason]

Rosalind had reluctantly confined her exploration of her surroundings to the dorms for the last few days and, after her classes were over (and the less said about the one, the better; why was she in Romance 101?) wandered back with only minimal contemplation of exploring elsewhere

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[fratboybitch]

Alex was full of ice cream and on the way back to his room when he saw an unfamiliar person behind one of the open doors. Unfamiliar, hot person even. Well, that just meant he had to stop and be neighborly, right?

"Evening," he said, leaning a shoulder against the door's frame. "My psychic powers tell me you're new to the floor."

[give_areason]

"I am more likely to credit your powers of observation for that," she replied, finishing her sentence and glancing up at the visitor. "Though you're correct. It's Rosalind."

[fratboybitch]

"Well, that's still giving my ego a little stroke so I'll take it," he said and grinned. "Alex. I live a few doors down with a cranky British guy. He's not as pretty as I am."

[give_areason]

British?

"I'm the wrong sort if you're looking for compliments," she replied mildly. She was used to worse egos. "Room number?"

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela was walking the halls identifying rooms that the various newbies she'd met. And now she was on the second floor.

Knock knock.

[give_areason]

Rosalind glanced up and over at her open door.

"Triela."

That was a surprise. Not an unpleasant one, however; the girl had seemed competent and intelligent during the picnic.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Rosalind," Triela returned with a nod. "How are you settling in?"

[give_areason]

"A precise answer to that would require far too much time," she answered, shaking her head. "Come in."

[findingelena]

There was a hesitant knock on the open door. The kind that hinted it was going to be harder for Rosalind to duck her sister than she might have hoped.

"Hey," Elena said uncertainly.

[give_areason]

Rosalind's eyes narrowed slightly at the voice as she didn't bother looking up from her typing.

"Why," she asked evenly, eyes on the keyboard. "Are you knocking?"

Because, in Rosalind's mind, Elena ought to simply know she could just walk in. Even if she was--different. Older. Not-and-still her little sister.

[findingelena]

Elena folded her arms, trying to talk herself out of a huff.

"Because if I just walked in here, you'd gripe about me having no respect for your space."

[give_areason]

"Only if you had no reason to be here," she replied, with well hidden amusement tucked away.

That did sound like her sister.

Rosalind glanced up from her laptop. "Come in."

[showmetheproof]

Scully had spent most of the day exploring the Island, after sleeping in following her adventures on the Sixth Floor the night before. Her new Netbook got WiFi nearly everywhere; so she was able to write notes on her observations and keep moving.

She was thinking of naming the Netbook, at this rate.

"Hello. How has your day been?" she asked Rosalind, coming back in after dinner.

[give_areason]

"Interesting." That was dry. "One of my classes is... not one I signed up for."

Rosalind glanced up from her laptop. "You've been busy?"

[showmetheproof]

"Exploring the Island, trying to make sense out of all of this." Scully sat down on her bed, and held up her tiny Netbook. "Taking notes. And photos. I wish I'd thought to do that last night, when I was up on the Sixth Floor." She cocked her head. "Which random class did you find yourself in?"

Scully was trying not to think about Friday's upcoming class.

[give_areason]

"Romance 101," she replied direly. "Which is exactly as it sounds."

Rosalind was thrilled. Only not.

"You never did say what was up on the Sixth Floor." Though Scully had come back soaked to the skin...