ArchivedLogs:Plenty of Space
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2015-10-22 "This is a bit cramped." |
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<XS> K.C., Marinov, and Paras's Dorm - FL2 | |
The influx of new students this year has led to a bit of overcrowding at Xavier's, and it is starting to show in the dorm arrangements, many rooms like this one refitted for three students where they had once been built for only two. The standard two closets have been joined by a large armoire against one wall; three dressers have been moved in, three desks. A bunk bed on the left side, a lofted twin with its desk underneath it on the right. The side of the room with the lofted bed has been decorated brightly -- a multitude of elaborately embroidered scarfs has been repurposed as drapes, curtaining off the underside of the bed when not pulled back. The hutch of the desk has been papered in photographs, the books on it (largely not in English, save for the collection of textbooks) neatly arranged. The lower bunk is generally crisply made up when not in use. Beneath the bed boxes upon boxes of supplies are stored in clear plastic organizers; beads and findings and all manner of tools. A large colorful basket sits underneath the desk nearest to the lower bunk, the desk itself often a messy disarray of half-finished jewelry or knitting projects. Near the head of the bed, a pair of food and water bowls covered in cheerful pastel pawprints sits on a large plastic placemat. Marinov is climbed up on the top bunk, wearing a blazer, tie and slacks, stickytacking some (very small) cartoon and video game posters up onto the wall next to it in order to make the little bit of space feel more like home. The felinoid youth's tail hangs down to the bunk below, flicking back and forth, while the hum some song tunelessly. The loft bed has its makeshift curtains drawn, at the moment. Paras's voice is audible from behind it -- clear but politely kept as quiet as she can manage in a phone conversation -- though whatever she's saying is likely not discernible to the majority of the school's population, Marathi not being a widely-spoken language here. The conversation has been ongoing for half an hour or so, but ends -- from tone of voice, at least, in fond pleasantries -- before Paras pulls the scarfs back. She's dressed in jeans, a long grey and blue kurta, a gauzy blue dupatta draped around her shoulders. Her head cocks slightly at the tune Marinov hums, red eyes flicking up towards the posters that are being hung. "What are those from?" It's usually predictable what times K.C. goes and comes -- right about now, it's been time for dog-walking and then piano practice. Her dog has been in the music room with her, but now practicing is over and it's study time again; rather punctually the door opens. The black-and-white pitbull lopes into the room before K.C. does, bounding across the room first to lap at her water. K.C. (decidedly unstylish in contrast to the others; baggy XS sweatshirt, baggy old carpenter jeans), shuffles across the room to take up a place at her desk, arranging her textbooks and notebook and computer Just So before sitting down. Marinov turns to look back at Paras, crawling on the surface to turn around. "Lotsa stuff. I've got all kinds of posters. I've got Street Fighters there, and Steven Universe, My Little Ponies, Legend of Zelda. I dunno. Just lots of stuff. Whatever's on top of my bag and is small enough is getting posted. Luck of the draw." The teen peers down at the pitbull a bit suspiciously, and decides to stay in a high up place. "You had a cool phone call?" "Oh!" Paras's hand lifts, touching lightly to the dark red dot set in the center of her forehead. "Oh, Steven Universe, I know." Her smile is bright, at this. "These others, not so well. Also television? I am not so familiar. And yes, I -- well, I don't know about cool. I talked to my parents. They were having breakfast." She turns the smile to Suga Mama when the dog bounds in, holding her hands out towards the pitbull. C'mere. Pettings. "Hello, K.C. How did your practice go?" "Luck of the draw." K.C.'s voice is a low monotone, her eyes steadily focused on her books. Suga Mama, muzzle still dripping with water, is only too happy to make her way over to Paras, dropping her head into Paras's lap to gladly receive Pettings. As is her /due/, clearly. Tail wagging, thump-thump-thump. "Practiced. Done now. It's not breakfast time. I finished dinner already." She does glance up, now, looking over at the posters briefly, then down at the bag. "Oh! Oh yeah. Zelda, I like that. Ocarina of Time. Yes-good. Hey," Her finger presses to her own forehead, "Paras-Pearl." Marinov peers down over edge of the bed at K.C. and says, "Ocarina of Time was good. I only started on Twilight Princess though, so it's my favourite just for getting me into it." The teen continues, legs crossing, "But yeah, Steven Universe is a pretty good show, I like it well enough. I just kind of want to make this feel like my old room a bit more. But I was an only child, so I'm used to having plenty of space. This is a bit cramped." Paras scrunches with both hands at Suga Mama's head, rubbing behind her ears and under her jaw. She bows her head, laughing. "I don't know how to swordfight. And yes, it's late /here/. My parents are nine and a half hours ahead. Breakfast for them." At the mention of cramped, she looks around the room with a little bit of a wry smile. "There /is/ plenty of space. Just outside these walls. Acres and acres and acres of it. It's been hard getting used to so much /quiet/, after the city." "A bit cramped. A bit cramped --" K.C. frowns. "A bit cramped." She nods, once. "Music room is less cramped. Piano is less cramped. There's lots of room for the piano in there. Lots of room -- lots of room." Her fingers flutter briefly in the air in front of her. "What was your old room. Like. -- Wait nine and a /half/. Half. Half an hour, nine and a /half/, oh right, yeah, right, India, that's a funny time zone. Why is there a half?" "Yeah, I know there's space out there. I meant that I had a big bedroom with posters and my dolls and my crafting supplies all over the place, but lately I've been spending a lot more of my time out there," says Marinov, ears swiveling towards K.C. to listen curiously to what she has to say. "Yeah, why is there a half? That's really odd, isn't it?" "As did I," Paras replies mildly. "But." Shrug. She gives Suga Mama a final pat on the head, rising with a small stretch onto her toes. "Dolls?" A curious tilt of her head. "I -- don't know, is that odd? It does not seem that odd. India is a large country, and they wanted a unified time zone for convenience. It straddles time zones, so rather than make half the country have early or late days they made an average. It was the sensible choice, no?" She starts for the door, draping her dupatta loosely up over her head. "I'm going to go grab some snack from the kitchen, do either of you want anything?" Waiting, long enough to hear their answers before she heads out. "Really odd, isn't it." K.C. glances up when Paras gets up -- only briefly, again. The pitbull bumps her head briefly against the other girl's leg, but then leaves off to go curl up on a dog-bed beside K.C.'s bunk. "Yeah Snapple. Peach Snapple. I put six peach Snapple in the fridge with my name on. I don't want six, though, I only want one. I had a big bedroom --" She shakes her head, slightly. "This is less big. I have to study, now. There's homework. Lots of homework. I don't want to forget any." "Yes, dolls. I collect and give them outfits and takes pictures of them in dioramas and stuff like that, it's my hobby," says Marinov flatly, before headshaking at Paras and says, "No. Wait. Yes. Yes. Like... something made of meat? I don't know. Something, I guess." The teen then says, "Ah, yeah, I'll leave you to your homework then. I've got lots of things to stick to the wall." | |
