ArchivedLogs:Girl Time

Girl Time
Dramatis Personae Rasa, Shelby
In Absentia	2013-04-30 '
Location <XS> Rasa and Shelby's Dorm
The evening has been creeping on, and though it’s not yet lights out in the dorms, many of the students are retreating to their rooms. Even Shelby has wandered back to the room she shares with Rasa. It has less to do with wanting to prep for bed or catch a little extra study time, and everything to do with wanting to figure out what she’s going to perform next for her YouTube channel. She’s getting views and likes and comments! This must be encouraged! Of course, she’s also incredibly and easily distracted. Which is why, rather than tuning her guitar, or practicing, she is sitting cross-legged on her bed with her ancient laptop in her lap. The lights are low and the screen is reflecting off of her super pale ginger face, emphasizing the play of emotions there--elation, scowl, elation, scowl, elation, scowl... Yeah, she’s reading some of her comments. Rasa slips in fresh from a shower, wearing pajamas, blinking at the lighting as ze opens the door. Ze closes the door behind hir and moves over to hir side of the room and flicks on a lamp, leaving the brighter overhead light off. "Hey," greeting issued, ze thumps down hir gym bag and kicks it under hir bed, turning to glance at Shelby's rage of expressions. Lips purse curiously and Rasa skirts around to peek at Shelby's monitor, not really able to read anything, but recognizing the format of a youtube webpage. "You know, you're not really supposed to read the comments. People will troll just because they can." Ze stiffles a yawn and moves back to hir desk, seeking and finding hir hairbrush. There's a pause and then, "Anything good?" Shelby obligingly turns the laptop a little to allow the familiar red and white page to be seen. She is looking /very/ tempted to shoot some comments back--but Rasa’s remark stays her hand. Lucky for the trolls! “Nah. Mostly creepy old guys sayin’ I look pretty and sing like an angel, and some asshole who’s hit them all with downvotes. Fucker probably can’t even manage to sing in the shower,” she grumps. But at least she is navigating away from the page, and glancing up at her roommate while doing so. The gym bag is noted beneath the bed, her head tilted curiously. “How’s kicking ass going?” "Oh. Well." Rasa pours a little water from a pitcher into a cup and sips at it, pulling hirself onto the bed to sit next to Shelby, looking at some of the comments hirself. "It's um. It's okay. It feels weird after Sunday. I just... I don't know." And that's the sum of it. Rasa is drinking again. If ze never stops sipping, ze never has to talk, right? Shelby is wise to these tricks. Half of them, she’s used herself! Therefore, Rasa is given a knowing look and a half-smile, behind which lurks a trace of well-hidden concern. “Why’s it feel weird? I mean, you’re pretty good but I don’t think you could kill a guy with one punch. Maybe Professor Logan could, but...” Ahh, the school rumor mill. May it live long and always prosper. She does continue her study of Rasa though and is eventually moved to ask, “So what’s wrong?” "It was watching Ivan just haul off and start slugging some drunken stranger." Rasa finishes hir water so ze doesn't spill it and keeps it in hir hand as ze stares at the floor across the room. "I mean, I never think of myself when I'm fighting, well, not what I look like, so it's weird to watch someone else fight, that doesn't normally." Ze continues to look uncomfortable. "But also, Ivan. I... He gets so jealous and protective and sad and pathetic and I just can't keep up with him sometimes." “That would’ve been surreal.” Shelby sounds as if she is agreeing, though it is very likely she doesn’t /quite/ get the gist of it. “I mean.../Ivan/? When I heard I thought someone was just fucking with me ‘cause he’s like...” She shakes her head and leans to bump her shoulder against Rasa’s. Supportive. “Protective isn’t bad but sad, pathetic and /jealous/, ugh. Are you gonna break up with him?” "No." Rasa admits. "But he really needs to stop with some of that. Seriously." Ze grumps for a little while, frustrated. "I've promised him that I won't kiss other people, so maybe he's going to stop asking random acquaintances if we've shacked up." Ze leans into the thump and scowls. "It's like he just stops thinking sometimes, and I think that is what bothers me the most. He stops thinking when he's jealous and he stops thinking logically when he's sad and pathetic, and when he's protective? He stops thinking again. The guy is all heart, which is nice, but It's like he needs to up the quotient of brain usage, or something." Shelby’s expression shades towards the dubious when ze speaks of what has been promised--not /her/ choice of actions, that’s for sure. But... “What is it with guys who stop thinking all the time?” she says with the very deepest of sympathy, letting the bump transition into a full supportive lean. The laptop and troll comments are forgotten for the moment, moral support is needed! “For smart dudes, they unplug the brain awful quick. What’d he say when you called him on it?” "Something about how I can't assume that every random person I encounter might have a knife, gun, or mutant power and some people just have to be made to stop when they say things like that." Rasa's face darkens into a moody, smoky gray, comfortable lean established. "Yeah, I didn't like hearing those things either, but it wasn't worth my life to stop it." Hir jaw tightens a little and ze glances up at Shelby. "He said his brother would do worse. I don't know how to feel about that." “Yeah, how about we’re not in /Russia/ and he’s not his /brother/,” Shelby suggests, both her smile and her voice twisted into something not-really-amused. “I swear to god, half these kids, you toss ‘em on the street around here and they’d be dead in like five minutes. The best way to keep from getting dead is run the hell away,” she opines, shaking her head and looking at the computer’s screen. A few idle keytaps brings up a video that is /not/ hers, wonder of wonders, and the sweet, thumping melody of “Until We Bleed” drifts out of the tinny speakers. "Yeah. I don't know. Maybe I'm osmosisizing street knowledge from you, or perhaps Logan's teaching me stuff without being preachy, I don't know." Rasa considers. "But the more I spar with teachers, the more I don't want to ever get in a fight ever again outside of a time and a place where I know that the other person isn't going to kill me." Ze draws in a deep breath and lets it out, letting the music wash over them without their voices to drown it out. Eventually, ze adds, "even if it was fun to knock the wind out of Ms. Walters." “It’s different when you dunno if you’re gonna walk away, yeah.” Shelby was content to wait for the song to end to say that, because it is not the /happiest/ statement. But it is out there and--since that song had such a calming effect--she is soon on the hunt for another. Her bookmarked music folder is a strange and wonderful place. Soon, Radka Toneff’s cover of “Moon’s a Harsh Mistress” is filling the room. This time though, Shelby talks through it, unable to keep from snickering. “I still can’t believe you went after her. You’re a fucking bulldog when you’re on a mission.” "Well, technically, she started it and was /goading/ me the entire time. She's a bit of a weirdo," speaketh the gray skinned metamorph. Ze closes hir eyes and enjoyes the music as well. "I still can't believe she apologized, in front of the whole class, saying how much she was the biggest failure. Man." Ze shakes hir head again. "How'd that happen? When I was talking to her she was still being a jackass." “/Totally/ a weirdo.” Shelby is busy fiddling with the volume. Little can be done to help the speakers’ clarity but turning it down a little lessens the dissonance. “Maybe Jax yelled at her? I dunno. It was pretty weird though. I mean, like...I don’t think someone that old ever apologized to me, before she did it? And now they’re doing it left and right. Maybe there’s something in the water. Or spring really /does/ make people act different. What’re you gonna do about Ivan?” "I told him he should learn to fight, or maybe just watch me spar." Rasa exhales again and wrinkles hir nose, more fleshy colors starting to come back to hir face. "He says he's going to try to learn how to care at a medium level, not all the way and not none at all." Ze looks over at Shelby. "How are you doing? Twins back an all that shit?" Shelby has a grin waiting for Rasa when ze looks over. Sure sign of something /terrible/ to come. “Maybe every time he acts like an idiot, you’re allowed to kiss someone else,” she suggests. Yep. Terrible. But that can sustain her only so long when the twins are mentioned, leaving her to duck her head and swing her focus back to the laptop. Coming up, “Glory Box” by Portishead. “I haven’t really talked to them much,” she confesses, “but I guess I probably should. Maybe tomorrow. "Guess so. Gotta clear the air at least. Tell them you weren't mad at them on Saturday." Rasa quuuiiiieeetttllyyy brings up Saturday. Oh yeah. Smooth. Ze begins picking at the leg on hir pajamas. "You've had a crappy time of all this. We should do something fun some time, so you don't have to think about boys or class or crazy ass teachers." So sneaky, Rasa. Shelby shoots her another look, this one closer to amused. “Yeah yeah...” She flops a hand around, dismissing the subject. Take /that/, smoothness. “I don’t think I’m the only one who’s had a crappy time. I mean, no one /I/ know punched a dude and almost killed him.” Wait. “I mean, I know Ivan but...y’know,” she hastens to add. “But...y’know what, I need to get my hair cut. I never had it done at a place before, you wanna go be all girly this weekend?” "Sure, if you know a place that won't freak out if my hair changes color during the styling." Rasa retorts. "I mean, I guess you could get your haircut and I can read a magazine and totally pretend to be one of those blonde people you see on tv shows." Ze continues to think. "And we can get a hotel room and snitch a bottle of wine or something and .. I don't know, I guess my next thought was watch tv. That's kind of boring." Ze considers. "I don't know why I said 'hotel room.' That's kind of expensive." “Oh yeah, huh.” This is something to consider and Shelby thinks it over before shaking her head. “I dunno how those places usually are about that sort’ve thing,” she finally has to admit. “I wish Doug’s ex-roommate would come back, she was gonna cut my hair up nice. I guess she was studying that sorta thing? Maybe Jax knows someone. Except he can just make his hair look however. Shit.” Girl stuff is /hard/. Girl stuff is hard. "Obviously, Jax needs to open a mutant salon, so he can make people look wonderful /and/ tattoo them." Rasa is getting sleepy and it is starting to show in hir speech patterns. Ze begins to extract hirself. "Maybe we should just go dancing and crash somewhere safe with a bottle of booze." Ze looks over at Shelby. "I think... trying out drinking might be a thing I can do, in the right company, with people who won't freak out if I get weirdly shaped." “Yeah?” Shelby’s eyebrows go up at this. “Huh...okay. Maybe we could get...umm...Jim to chaperon us? No wait, he used to...” Darn it. Her brow rumples and her fingers wiggle-tap against the keys as she thinks, thinks, thinks. “Maybe the doc? He’d probably just ask you like, a hundred and one questions, he thinks that stuff is super cool. I haven’t taken anyone over to his place yet but I bet he’d let me.” "Sure. Let's do that." Rasa agrees as ze extracts hirself from the bed. "I think I'm going to sleep. You can keep playing music... you know, stuff that's sleep conducive." They've likely spoken about what Rasa can sleep to at this point, so SHELBY SHOULD KNOW. Ze yawns and trundles over to hir bed. "Good night." Shelby /receives the message/. Grinning. “Nah, shower and then I’m turning in too,” she says, closing the laptop and setting it aside. Towel and shower basket are gathered before she heads for the door. “I’ll be quiet coming back in.” Honest.