Logs:Hashtag GirlBoss

Hashtag GirlBoss
Dramatis Personae Nanami, Naomi	2020-11-10 “They should cancel math on account of the coup, I think.”
Location <XAV> Nanami and Naomi's Dorm - FL2
The typical dorm here -- nearly identical standard complements on furniture on each side. Nanami's side of the room is a cluttered mess, clothes strewn on the floor, stuffed animals scattered across the bed, makeup and accessories taking up more of the desk than books. In the post-dinner evening lull Nanami has pushed aside some of the stuffies on her bed to cast herself belly-down onto it, in black yoked a-line skirt and black tank top, soft pink and red sweatshirt over top. Her legs are kicked up at the knees, chin propped in one hand as she uses the other to edit a video on her phone. "How is anyone supposed to keep up with this complete stream of total nonsense? Does this fakka have no consideration for what this pace of bullshit does to the meme economy?" The other half of the room seems neater at first glance - no clothes to be seen other than a jacket hanging off the back of the desk chair and the ones currently on Naomi’s body. She’s wearing denim cutoffs and a green v-neck tee, her concessions to the unseasonable warmth of the fading day. Her bed is haphazardly made and bare save for her pillow. Her desk is less tidy than the rest- the algebra textbook is propped up against the wall, notes strewn about as Naomi works through a problem set. A trail of post-it notes are stuck to the space above the book - reminders of English exams long past and other due dates. Whatever problem is in front of her, it seems to have defeated Naomi for the moment. She pushes her chair away from the math, green eyes darting to Nanami. “New bullshit? Or old bullshit?” She pauses. “Are we still doin’ Four Seasons Total Landscaping memes or is that one dead already?” "Okay I'm going to be sixty years old if someone busts out Four Seasons Total Landscaping I'm gonna fall in my grave laughing." Nanami rolls onto her side to look over at Naomi. "You track any of this ongoing saga of this gay black dude who's actually a white dude who's actually Patti Labelle's kid who's actually -- I dunno it's a maze. Almost as funny as our ongoing coup." A glance, a grimace. "Definitely funnier than algebra." “Thank God,” Naomi says, starting to grin. “That shit is top ten memes of the year, easy.” Her eyes go wide as Nanami continues, spinning around to face her roommate better as the sentence goes on. “The fuck? Like Miss Patti, Patti Labelle?” She shakes her head. “Maaaaaaaaan, I log out for one minute and everything happens while I'm gone.” Naomi’s face scrunches up into an expression of distaste.. “They should cancel math on account of the coup, I think.” "Yeah! Shit's wild. Layers to this particular deception." Nanami shakes her head, dropping her phone onto her pillow. "Oh my god and you just know this is going to stretch on for the whole rest of the term and we're just supposed to keep turning in homework." She studies Naomi for a moment, then the ceiling. "You think some of that stuff's going to get -- better? After? Like -- you were in the city this weekend, right?" Naomi shakes her head. “Aw, I hope nobody tells Miss Patti. She don’t need that grief, she’s like a hundred years old or somethin’. ” She pulls her feet up under her, sitting cross-legged in the seat now. “Maybe next term too,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I was out wi’ Spencer.” The question elects a soft grinding sound from Naomi’s scales as her brows furrow together. “Ionno, depends? Lotta white folks out at brunch already, they think shit’s gonna be okay.” A frown. “Ionno if our shit gonna get better though.” "Hey we all got some lolo family out there, yeah? Maybe you live to be one hundred you learn to laugh some at 'em." Nanami taps her fingers lightly against her cheek. "You mean our shit like..." She hesitates, studying Naomi's expression a long beat and then looking back down. "You gonna go back?" Naomi shrugs, fills in the gap of Nanami’s sentence instead of answering right away. “Mutant shit. Bet Bee-Ai-Pe-Oh-See shit ain’t gonna get much better, either, but they at least paying lip service right now.” Her lip turns up at a corner. “Some white boy in compsci was thanking me for flippin’ Georgia. Like, I ain’t even from Atlanta, first of all.” The second problem is obvious, so Naomi just lets herself grin for a moment. It fades. “I’d like to, but…” She bites her lip. “Ionno. It was weird.” "Hey I been hearing alll about the piles of voter fraud you should come clean if that was all you." Nanami's eyes have lit, her tone delighted with this idea. She rolls herself upright, flumping back against a smiling stuffed hibiscus flower and an oversized plush coronavirus. "Weird like there's giant killer robots all over or some different level of weird?" Naomi just raises a finger to her lips, the corner of her eyes crinkling. “Don’t tell nobody.” “Um. Definitely killer robot weird, but also… people hootin’ and hollerin’ bout Biden while they putting an X-Man in the ground kinda weird.” Naomi’s teeth bear down harder on the inside of her lip, gaze shifting from Nanami’s face to a patch of wall just off to her side. “Ionno! I didn’t even know him and it felt weird as fuck.” Nanami makes a zipping motion across her mouth. She pulls the stuffed microbe into her arms, hugging it close to her chest. "You think Biden's ever ever said a word about any dead mutants?" Her toes wiggle in towards each other, scrunching against the bedsheets. "Haven't some of the X-Men been there, though? Maybe they like Biden. I bet Dr. Grey loves Biden. Mr. Summers too." “Nah.” The answer is immediate. “Or if he did, it’s prolly just somethin’ mean ‘bout Mr. Holland.” This question deserves some extra thought. “Bet Dr. McCoy likes Biden too.” A snort - “Ms. Lauren probably voted for Marianne in the primary.” She shakes her head. “Ionno. Do you think they gonna pull the robocops? Or change,” she gestures up and out, arms circling, “anything? If we make it through this dumbass coup?” "Well yeah you can't vote for a candidate with a negative aura." Nanami dismisses this outlandish idea with a wave of her hand. The next question pulls her brows into a frown, though. "I don't know. They had those other creepy ones, right, but --" A shrug. "Maybe they'll bring those back and send the extra murdery ones to like, the Middle East or Chicago." Her lips purse, fingers squeezing at her plushie. "I'm sure they'll change some things, though! Liiike," she shrugs a shoulder, small, and stifles a wry smile, "maybe they'll find a rich white mutant to set at the head of some new Department of Genetic Affairs they make to hunt us down extra efficiently and then everyone claps at the representation." “Hah!” It’s a short laugh, but a strong one. “Maaaaan, they’ll prolly pick a woman too. Hashtag Girl Boss bullshit.” Her eyes flit to the plushie for a moment, then her eyes go wide. “Ohshit, I forgot -“ She spins back around, ducking her head under her desk to open up her backpack, reaches for a small paper bag. “Got ya somethin’ while Spence was takin’ a break.” She hands it over - inside, a keychain with a plush brown teddy bear is cushioned with tissue paper, ‘I < 3 NY’ embroidered on the stomach and a felt surgical mask hanging off one ear. "I can already see the mugs. Got her face chiseled up on a sacred mountain right by RBG and Clinton and Michelle Obama." Nanami covers her mouth to stifle a laugh, but drops her hand as Naomi brings the gift out. Her brows hike up; she leans forward to snag it, bag crinkling as she pulls the tissue-wrapped bear out. "No shit? Mask and everything? This is cute as hell." She bites her lip, looks up at Naomi with a darkening of her cheeks, fingers curling tight around the bear. "I -- that's real -- nobody much has -- thanks." Naomi’s cheeks are also getting darker - she sets her chair spinning off the edge of her desk, talking while she spins. “It was like five bucks it ain’t much I just thought like -“ The chair slows down, the pace of Naomi’s words with it. “Ionno. You been cool. Thought you'd like it.” She doesn’t make eye contact but there is a small smile. “Glad you like it.” "Yeah s'cool." Nanami keeps the little bear clutched in one hand, then lets it go enough to re-situate its mask in place on the other ear. "Got kinda worried before I came here it'd only be like. Rich assholes but --" She waggles the bear in Naomi's direction. "You're real cool too, you know?" “Nahhhh.” Naomi looks up, drawn by the motion of the bear, catching Nanami’s eyes in the process. “Well, there enough rich assholes on campus anyway. Gotta round out their bullshit somehow, right?” The chair spins around again, this time ending with Naomi facing the math again. “Thought high school was gonna be more boy drama ’n math than living through the end times, but at least we living through the bullshit together.”