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[coagulopathy]

[The video pops on, dark at first, before what ever is over the screen pulls back and Kajali flops back on her bed.
What's that on her hands?
Oh yes, they're socks. But not just any socks, they're sock puppets. The girl tucks her knees under her and leans forward, a grin on her lips as she looks at the camera.]

Hello Reims, lets have

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[nadegiri_flame]

When I get back, I'm fucking burning those socks. They may not be off your hands first.

[coagulopathy]

Not a fan of the literary kind are you.

[nadegiri_flame]

More like I'm not a fan of your fucking attitude.

Listen, I don't expect to for us to get along. Hell, I'd be shocked if we ever did. But you just tried to publicly humiliate me. I'm not going to let that slide.

[coagulopathy]

Your personal hygiene is more humiliating then some sock puppet. For as long as you spend in the shower I would expect you to be cleaner.

[nadegiri_flame]

Do you think you're the first person that's tried to take me down a peg? What the fuck are you even trying to accomplish?

Let me spell this out for you, because apparently it isn't obvious; I could not give less of a shit if you don't like me, or anyone doesn't like me, or finds the odor of ash and spray paint morally offensive. Fucks? I give none.

But when you try and act like you're somehow better than me because of all of that, Miss Needles In the Fucking Fridge, we've got problems. I didn't become the Phoenix because I let little shits like you run their mouths.

You've got a chance to run. It'll take me about 15 minutes to get back to the dorm. I suggest you take it.

[coagulopathy]

I'm thinking that maybe you'd possibly give a rats ass over the fact that you're not the only one who has to live with you in this hell hole. It's not fucking morally offensive, its disgusting. I have just as much bloody hair as you, if not more, and somehow, amazingly, I don't smell like a fucking trashcan every day.

I don't care if you're the phoenix or a turkey or what the fuck ever, you're my goddamn roommate so have some consideration.

[And she's ttly...forwarding that threat to the management.]

-> Action?

[parlezvousnaps]

[ Wow. She has no idea what's going on here, exactly, but threats of violence? Not cool! ]

[ --and if Mokou can be there in 15 minutes, Meiling will be there in 10.

Who needs elevators, with legs like these? ]

[ Knock knock, room 404. ]

Action!

[coagulopathy]

[Give her a minute-well more like 30 seconds-and the door is cracked open, Kajali peering up at her with a raised eyebrow.]

If you're selling anything, I'm not interested.

[parlezvousnaps]

[ Good! Plenty of time to catch her breath and wipe some of that sweat off of her brow. It was a heck of a sprint from the field, but at least she was properly geared up for racing anyhow. ]

Hi! I'm not selling anything, though... [ That momentarily confuses her, and she looks behind her, expecting someone with a suitcase or maybe a cart. ] I think... there was something about a complaint? [ Give her brain a second more to catch up, though. She looks back toward the crack in the door. ] This is 404, right?

[coagulopathy]

[Oh, she was expecting a teacher or something but... The girl opens the door the rest of the way, and steps aside to let her in.]

Yeah this is it, I was expecting someone older and maybe with more muscle or something. Come on in.

[parlezvousnaps]

[ If that bothers Meiling at all, it doesn't show. She has her Disciplinary Committee badge pinned to her sleeve, after all. It's the only thing besides her phone and water bottle that she dug out of her bag that hopefully her teammate will bring back to her dorm.

She takes a drink as she steps inside and looks around. ] --whew, so she's not here, yet?

[coagulopathy]

Not yet. [She frowns, and sits down on the couch.] Over-dramatic drama queen.

[EYEROLL.]

SAME MUN, diff account for tracking purposes

[notsogreatwall]

[ The door is shut-and-locked then, just in case. ] Good!

[ Meiling takes a look around. ] Can you tell me what happened? [ She holds up her phone. ] I heard the threat, but I don't know what all happened...

/o/

[coagulopathy]

[Have a polka-dotted sock tossed in your direction.]

She apparently doesn't react well to humor. Or having her hygiene brought up.

[Can you smell it Meiling!? It's invaded the living room.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Catching that sock and blinking at it. It's really hard not to laugh at it.

A sniff. Paint fumes and smoke. Yep. Smells like The Phoenix, alright. ] It's no secret that she's a little... [ She puts her chin in her hand, murmuring in Chinese a moment. How to put this politely, yet honestly. ] Brash?

I don't know if this was the way to get her attention. [ Dangling the sock, but still smiling. ] Anyone can see the resemblance.

[coagulopathy]

Yeah well the other methods weren't working all that great, and I don't appreciate feeling high on fumes and sick on smoke, and B.O. when I'm stuck in here.

[Dragging her knees up to her chin. It's not as though she's incapable of holding her own in a fight. It's simply not worth the risk of injury.]

Grotty idiot.