Room 210 [Sunday, Evening]

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Kate never got on with technology. It was useful, and there were days back home she prayed for a tech wave to make her life easier... But that didn't mean it agreed with her. She'd had this phone a week? Maybe two. It'd taken a chunk out of the money Greg had given her for the semester, and it turned on when it wanted to, off when it wanted to, and

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"Having trouble with something?" asked Ryan, juggling stacks of books, a shopping bag, and a can of ginger ale as she entered the room.

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"It hates me," Kate huffed. That was the only answer. "I'll get over it." Possibly by stamping on the thing.

"Gone in for retail therapy?" she assumed.

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"Technology can be a pain. We got on just fine without it while traveling all over the world," said Ryan. The only time anyone regretted not having phones was when they needed medical care.

She winced slightly at the word therapy. "Not really, just picked up a few basics," she said, dropping the bag on her bed. Inside, there were several more cans of ginger ale, a package of saltine crackers, and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. Ryan wasn't going to say anything about her upset stomach, but it would be tough to deny the evidence.

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"We get on fine without them back home too." Here however, where everyone had one, she'd hoped maybe it was because the damn things worked better. No such luck.

Kate tossed the phone back onto her desk and watched Ryan for a moment. "Our idea of 'basics' is very different," she noted. Even Kate was aware enough to put two and two together and come up with nauseated. "Not feeling so hot?"