Room 317- Saturday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia sat in her room, sitting in front of the bay window she'd totally always had, gazing outside and looking pensive.

Her life was finally going right! She'd gotten treatment to remove her evil, blackmailing personality Mia from her brain, she was studying to be a doctor, and everything seemed right in her world. But she couldn't shake the

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[craftyladyparts]

Howie Solo-Stark was out and about early this morning and he couldn't resist checking in on his best friend. "Hey, Sia," he said, adjusting the baseball cap that made it clear that he was a boy. "How's the medical studying going?"

[notconflicted]

"It's going good," Mia said with a deceptive smile. "How are you? Any deep personal secrets you want to share?"

[craftyladyparts]

"I have these compromising photos of me with an up and coming pop star after his recent concert," Howie said, pulling up that album on his phone. "But that's it right now."

[notconflicted]

"Could you send those to me?" Mia asked. "I'd like to use them for my phone wallpaper."

Not suspicious at all!

[fly_so_serious]

Jeffy Maroe, ex-star running back and recent paraplegic, wheeled his wheelchair into her room.

"Hello, Sia!" he said with a wave. Even though they hadn't ever been seen on-screen together before. "How are you today? I'm..."

The forced cheerfulness drained from his face, and he hung his head in his hands and sobbed. "Oh, I'm so broken!"

The motion knocked his phone -- which wasn't password-protected and contained pictures of the whole football team drinking, doing drugs, having sex, and robbing a liquor store -- off his lap and onto the floor.

[notconflicted]

"Oh, there, there," she said, going to pay his shoulder just because it put her closer to his phone.

That was all she had. Mia wasn't a very sympathetic personality.

[fly_so_serious]

"Oh, thank you!" Jeffy cried. "You've always been such a good friend! Such a good, good friend..." He turned big puppy-dog eyes on Sia. "I'm sooo lonely..."

[notconflicted]

"A good way to help that is to tell me all your secrets," Mia said seriously, neatly kicking his phone under her bed till she could officially steal it.

[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor chose exactly that moment to drape herself chicly in the doorway to Sia's room.

"Can I ask you about something ... confidential?" she asked in a low voice.

[notconflicted]

Ooh, secrets.

"Of course," Mia said. "What did you want to tell me?"

[nobloodymessiah]

"It's more a request," Eleanor admitted, smiling at her dear friend Sia that she'd never been onscreen with before. She was newly cast; they were probably childhood friends or something. The writers hadn't bothered to look it up. "I hope you understand this is very private. I ... didn't know who else I could ask."

Other than her massive extended Skywalker clan, obviously.

[notconflicted]

"Of course. What did you need to ask?" Hopefully it was something amazing, and blackmailable.