Laurie & Jennie log
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Who: Jennie, Laurie
What Happens: Just two suitemates hanging out - Talk of croquet, mutant powers and the evil that is Paris Hilton ensues.
Had she been expecting anyone to greet her as she slowly walked back to her room, she might not have screamed and flung her books and papers into the air in quite so alarming a fashion. As it was, being a high strung sort of individual and having been muttering to herself in a very adamant manner about mutant biology and her lack of understanding over the squiggly genome thingies they were currently studying in class, she thought she'd made quite an impressive height of throw. Pity that no one from the local town baseball team had been watching at that particular moment in time.
Laurie smiled at Jennie wryly as she bent to pick up the books and papers scattered about her.
"Sorry, please don't think I usually throw things into the air when people say hello." Jennie, for her part, merely grinned. "Now I know I've lost a lot of weight, but I didn't think I was that scary." She was making herself spend more time out of her room, plate and empty glass on the table evidence of a snack while she had been watching tv. Plus, she was tired of hiding every time she heard Yvette come in. Jennie might of been okay with the girl living 15 feet away, it didn't mean she was brave enough to talk to her yet.
"Well, somebody has to fill the 'shy girl' quota in our suite." Laurie replied with a smile, having gathered everything into a sufficiently neat looking pile.
She pulled the pile into her arms and stood up, peering over the top of it at Jennie.
"Although, considering the amount of stuff I'm carrying around, I might be going for...damn, can't remember her name. Did you ever watch Fraggle Rock? Mom loved it. Anyway, there was this mystical trashheap character all the Fraggles used to go to for wisdom. Um...yeah, I'm being random again, aren't I?"
Jennie clapped her hands together in delight. "Trash heap! I loved Trash Heap! But you don't strike me as full of junk. And cajun." She bent down to retrieve some of Laurie's papers that had fallen under the coffee table. "I always thought of myself as someone like Red," Jennie said, coming up over to Laurie and putting the papers of top of her pile. "Loud, hyper and kinda annoying," she grinned. "Here, honey, why don't you put all this down?"
"Red was fantastic, but I think my favourites were the Dozers." Laurie replied, placing her pile of books and papers carefully on the coffee, she could sort it all out later when she had a moment. "So, what're you watching?"
"Project Runway. I'm catching up on everything I missed, when I was, well, gone." Jennie picked up the remote and muted the sound. "I missed a ton when I was away. I'm still trying like hell to catch up on everything. I'm so woefully behind on mansion gossip it's not even funny." Except for the gossip on her and Marius. The student body seemed convinced the pair had either eloped or joined the hellfire club.
Laurie's eyes widened at the mention of gossip. She really hoped Jennie didn't want her to fill her in on everything, especially since she'd basically been ignoring all the gossip till just recently.
"Oh. Well, um, I'm not great with the gossip. But, Kyle was saying something about losing his pig..." Laurie ventured, sitting down on one of the couches across from Jennie.
"Yeah, pignapped." Jennie shook her head. "Kyle's so goofy. I wouldn't be surprised if he sucke dhis thumb or something. Or course, whoever's doing it is playing up, with ransom notes and everything." Jennie was keenly aware she was babbling at the other girl, and felt bad. Laurie was so quiet, that she went easily unnoticed. Jennie couldn't remember really sitting and talking with the girl. Which was stupid, because she had been living with her since the summer. Jennie was also aware at how overbearing she could be.
"Sorry If I babble. I've just been going a little stir-crazy, y'know?"
"N-no, that's alright. I've been known to babble a bit myself. Although, mine also seems to come with the blushing and the stuttering. Oh, and the seeping." Laurie replied, grinning as she mentioned the last. "Having a power that comes out of your pores can be really gross to explain sometimes."
It was nice to sit and talk, and she really wasn't sure why she'd been afraid that she wouldn't fit in here. The mansion wasn't anything like what she'd heard of it from town. Although, if the people in town knew about the demon invasions and the elder Gods and the really wacky goings on in general there might be a lot less 'Those damn private school hooligans' comments and a lot more 'Oh my God in heaven, the world is going to end. Repent, Repent!'
"Ah, it could be worse. You could have the power to turn people purple just by sneezing. Or have eyes in really weird places, like on the tips of your fingers or something. I mean, the probability stuff can be cool and all, but mostly it's just a huge pain in the ass when your clothes spontaneously develop holes and you loose your keys, or you PMS and the toaster decides to break." Or you overdo them and it really hurts people. Jennie tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Though, having eyes on your fingers could be really useful."
Laurie thought about all the possibilities if one should have eyes on the tips of your fingers. "Wouldn't you be forever poking yourself in the eyes though, just by picking things up? Now, eyes in that back of your head though, that would be useful."
"Yeah, but all you could see is behind you. With eyes on your fingers you could peek around corners, or above railings. The downside is that you have to think about picking your nose or scratching your butt beforehand." Jennie put her socked feet up on the coffee table and watched a muted Tim Gunn admonish another designer.
Laurie snorted at the sudden image that gave her, and looked at the TV. She'd been told Project Runway was good but she'd never gotten a chance to watch any of the program herself.
"Is it any good?" she asked, glancing over at Jennie.
"It's pretty good," Jennie admitted. "Not like last season, but that's because all the people are different. I don't really like anyone this year," she sighed. "I have become the world's biggest couch potato. Homework and tv. If my life was any more exicting, I'd scream."
"I don't know, there's something to be said for the quiet life. Otherwise, why would 'Interesting' have been a curse?" Laurie replied, thinking about the old Chinese curse. "But sitting around on a couch all day can get a bit much."
Laurie gave Jennie a speculative look, thinking about what might be a good out of doors activity for someone only recently starting to recover from an ailment. "You ever played croquet?"
She'd learned to play it one summer on one of her mother's overseas trips. For all that it looked like a boring 'old person's' game, it was actually a lot of fun. Especially when you remembered the scene from the 'Alice and Wonderland' Disney movie.
"Ummmm. Properly? Probably not. There was this one time, back in Vegas, where me and my friends tried to play croquet. Only, we were drunk. And it wasn't our croquet set, it was a neigbor's. And they were asleep." They'd ended up breaking a window and getting chased for several blocks. Jennie picked at some flaking nailpolish. "I would be up for learning how to do it properly."
"Great. We could try it this weekend? Give me time to find a set, I'm sure Mr Cain would know if there was one around. Plus, we need sandwiches and lemonaide" Laurie said, grinning.
One of the best things about playing the game were the touches surrounding it that she and her mother had invented. Like, never playing unless there were sandwiches, the triangle cut ones on fancy plates, none of this peanut butter and jelly junk. It was silly, yes. But silliness had it's place.
"It's a date," Jennie said. She settled back into the couch. "The exercise'll do me good. Even if it's smacking balls around with a mallet."
"And in a pinch, a mallet is a great tool of self defence." Laurie replied, remembering the mansion's record for quiet weekends. "Not that that's going to happen. I'm sure now that winter's almost here most villians are probably in the Alps somewhere, eating Toblerone and going to boring parties."
Jennie's smile went slightly strange. "Yeah, all the villians go to Europe on vacation. I hear they also like Paris. Or south France. I bet they drink fruity drinks with umbrellas and compare nefarious scemes. And if they do get bored, they could probably knock over a casino or something, just for kicks."
Laurie's eyebrows raised, catching something in Jennie's tone but she let it pass. "Paris is so last week. No, it's long walks in the streets of Milan and knocking off priceless antiques in Tuscany this month. Of course, then they all get way too fat from eating the local food and we pick them off easily with our daring Ninja skills."
It was nice to indulge her somewhat random and quirky sense of humor, and Jennie wasn't giving her any of the looks that she sometimes got from people when she was in a fey mood, so it was all good.
"Yeah, ninja skills." Jennie's voice was still a little distant, but then she shook her head and continued in a much cheerier tone. "That is, of course, if the villians don't have an accident with their capes. Because all villians have capes, don't you know? Only the most hideously evil don't, because they actually posess fashion sense. I bet they go around in prada or something with a yappy dog in their purse. Oh!" Jennie clapped her hands. "That's it! Paris Hilton is a supervillian! I knew she could be both that stupid and rich!"
"Oh God. And the little yappy dog is really a super tech robotic spy device. Nothing that annoying could possibly be organic." Laurie replied, grin widening. "And all those boyfriends? Fembots, only, you know, male."
"And they have guns that come out of their....stopping right there." Jennie matched Laurie's grin. "That's it! That is our new mission in life! Paris Hilton must be taken down, for the good of the planet."
"Deal!" Laurie cried, laughing as she imagined them stalking Paris Hilton through celebratory infested streets. "Now, has Lorna said whether you can have pasta yet? I was thinking of making some ravioli for lunch and I can't eat it all myself."
"Ah yes. Feed the Jennie. I can eat pasta just fine. Angel's even been sneaking me M&M's. If all goes well, I should be fine by November. Well, then we start on muscle, but at least babies won't cry when they see me coming." Jennie added with a grin.
Who: Jennie, Laurie
What Happens: Just two suitemates hanging out - Talk of croquet, mutant powers and the evil that is Paris Hilton ensues.
Had she been expecting anyone to greet her as she slowly walked back to her room, she might not have screamed and flung her books and papers into the air in quite so alarming a fashion. As it was, being a high strung sort of individual and having been muttering to herself in a very adamant manner about mutant biology and her lack of understanding over the squiggly genome thingies they were currently studying in class, she thought she'd made quite an impressive height of throw. Pity that no one from the local town baseball team had been watching at that particular moment in time.
Laurie smiled at Jennie wryly as she bent to pick up the books and papers scattered about her.
"Sorry, please don't think I usually throw things into the air when people say hello." Jennie, for her part, merely grinned. "Now I know I've lost a lot of weight, but I didn't think I was that scary." She was making herself spend more time out of her room, plate and empty glass on the table evidence of a snack while she had been watching tv. Plus, she was tired of hiding every time she heard Yvette come in. Jennie might of been okay with the girl living 15 feet away, it didn't mean she was brave enough to talk to her yet.
"Well, somebody has to fill the 'shy girl' quota in our suite." Laurie replied with a smile, having gathered everything into a sufficiently neat looking pile.
She pulled the pile into her arms and stood up, peering over the top of it at Jennie.
"Although, considering the amount of stuff I'm carrying around, I might be going for...damn, can't remember her name. Did you ever watch Fraggle Rock? Mom loved it. Anyway, there was this mystical trashheap character all the Fraggles used to go to for wisdom. Um...yeah, I'm being random again, aren't I?"
Jennie clapped her hands together in delight. "Trash heap! I loved Trash Heap! But you don't strike me as full of junk. And cajun." She bent down to retrieve some of Laurie's papers that had fallen under the coffee table. "I always thought of myself as someone like Red," Jennie said, coming up over to Laurie and putting the papers of top of her pile. "Loud, hyper and kinda annoying," she grinned. "Here, honey, why don't you put all this down?"
"Red was fantastic, but I think my favourites were the Dozers." Laurie replied, placing her pile of books and papers carefully on the coffee, she could sort it all out later when she had a moment. "So, what're you watching?"
"Project Runway. I'm catching up on everything I missed, when I was, well, gone." Jennie picked up the remote and muted the sound. "I missed a ton when I was away. I'm still trying like hell to catch up on everything. I'm so woefully behind on mansion gossip it's not even funny." Except for the gossip on her and Marius. The student body seemed convinced the pair had either eloped or joined the hellfire club.
Laurie's eyes widened at the mention of gossip. She really hoped Jennie didn't want her to fill her in on everything, especially since she'd basically been ignoring all the gossip till just recently.
"Oh. Well, um, I'm not great with the gossip. But, Kyle was saying something about losing his pig..." Laurie ventured, sitting down on one of the couches across from Jennie.
"Yeah, pignapped." Jennie shook her head. "Kyle's so goofy. I wouldn't be surprised if he sucke dhis thumb or something. Or course, whoever's doing it is playing up, with ransom notes and everything." Jennie was keenly aware she was babbling at the other girl, and felt bad. Laurie was so quiet, that she went easily unnoticed. Jennie couldn't remember really sitting and talking with the girl. Which was stupid, because she had been living with her since the summer. Jennie was also aware at how overbearing she could be.
"Sorry If I babble. I've just been going a little stir-crazy, y'know?"
"N-no, that's alright. I've been known to babble a bit myself. Although, mine also seems to come with the blushing and the stuttering. Oh, and the seeping." Laurie replied, grinning as she mentioned the last. "Having a power that comes out of your pores can be really gross to explain sometimes."
It was nice to sit and talk, and she really wasn't sure why she'd been afraid that she wouldn't fit in here. The mansion wasn't anything like what she'd heard of it from town. Although, if the people in town knew about the demon invasions and the elder Gods and the really wacky goings on in general there might be a lot less 'Those damn private school hooligans' comments and a lot more 'Oh my God in heaven, the world is going to end. Repent, Repent!'
"Ah, it could be worse. You could have the power to turn people purple just by sneezing. Or have eyes in really weird places, like on the tips of your fingers or something. I mean, the probability stuff can be cool and all, but mostly it's just a huge pain in the ass when your clothes spontaneously develop holes and you loose your keys, or you PMS and the toaster decides to break." Or you overdo them and it really hurts people. Jennie tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Though, having eyes on your fingers could be really useful."
Laurie thought about all the possibilities if one should have eyes on the tips of your fingers. "Wouldn't you be forever poking yourself in the eyes though, just by picking things up? Now, eyes in that back of your head though, that would be useful."
"Yeah, but all you could see is behind you. With eyes on your fingers you could peek around corners, or above railings. The downside is that you have to think about picking your nose or scratching your butt beforehand." Jennie put her socked feet up on the coffee table and watched a muted Tim Gunn admonish another designer.
Laurie snorted at the sudden image that gave her, and looked at the TV. She'd been told Project Runway was good but she'd never gotten a chance to watch any of the program herself.
"Is it any good?" she asked, glancing over at Jennie.
"It's pretty good," Jennie admitted. "Not like last season, but that's because all the people are different. I don't really like anyone this year," she sighed. "I have become the world's biggest couch potato. Homework and tv. If my life was any more exicting, I'd scream."
"I don't know, there's something to be said for the quiet life. Otherwise, why would 'Interesting' have been a curse?" Laurie replied, thinking about the old Chinese curse. "But sitting around on a couch all day can get a bit much."
Laurie gave Jennie a speculative look, thinking about what might be a good out of doors activity for someone only recently starting to recover from an ailment. "You ever played croquet?"
She'd learned to play it one summer on one of her mother's overseas trips. For all that it looked like a boring 'old person's' game, it was actually a lot of fun. Especially when you remembered the scene from the 'Alice and Wonderland' Disney movie.
"Ummmm. Properly? Probably not. There was this one time, back in Vegas, where me and my friends tried to play croquet. Only, we were drunk. And it wasn't our croquet set, it was a neigbor's. And they were asleep." They'd ended up breaking a window and getting chased for several blocks. Jennie picked at some flaking nailpolish. "I would be up for learning how to do it properly."
"Great. We could try it this weekend? Give me time to find a set, I'm sure Mr Cain would know if there was one around. Plus, we need sandwiches and lemonaide" Laurie said, grinning.
One of the best things about playing the game were the touches surrounding it that she and her mother had invented. Like, never playing unless there were sandwiches, the triangle cut ones on fancy plates, none of this peanut butter and jelly junk. It was silly, yes. But silliness had it's place.
"It's a date," Jennie said. She settled back into the couch. "The exercise'll do me good. Even if it's smacking balls around with a mallet."
"And in a pinch, a mallet is a great tool of self defence." Laurie replied, remembering the mansion's record for quiet weekends. "Not that that's going to happen. I'm sure now that winter's almost here most villians are probably in the Alps somewhere, eating Toblerone and going to boring parties."
Jennie's smile went slightly strange. "Yeah, all the villians go to Europe on vacation. I hear they also like Paris. Or south France. I bet they drink fruity drinks with umbrellas and compare nefarious scemes. And if they do get bored, they could probably knock over a casino or something, just for kicks."
Laurie's eyebrows raised, catching something in Jennie's tone but she let it pass. "Paris is so last week. No, it's long walks in the streets of Milan and knocking off priceless antiques in Tuscany this month. Of course, then they all get way too fat from eating the local food and we pick them off easily with our daring Ninja skills."
It was nice to indulge her somewhat random and quirky sense of humor, and Jennie wasn't giving her any of the looks that she sometimes got from people when she was in a fey mood, so it was all good.
"Yeah, ninja skills." Jennie's voice was still a little distant, but then she shook her head and continued in a much cheerier tone. "That is, of course, if the villians don't have an accident with their capes. Because all villians have capes, don't you know? Only the most hideously evil don't, because they actually posess fashion sense. I bet they go around in prada or something with a yappy dog in their purse. Oh!" Jennie clapped her hands. "That's it! Paris Hilton is a supervillian! I knew she could be both that stupid and rich!"
"Oh God. And the little yappy dog is really a super tech robotic spy device. Nothing that annoying could possibly be organic." Laurie replied, grin widening. "And all those boyfriends? Fembots, only, you know, male."
"And they have guns that come out of their....stopping right there." Jennie matched Laurie's grin. "That's it! That is our new mission in life! Paris Hilton must be taken down, for the good of the planet."
"Deal!" Laurie cried, laughing as she imagined them stalking Paris Hilton through celebratory infested streets. "Now, has Lorna said whether you can have pasta yet? I was thinking of making some ravioli for lunch and I can't eat it all myself."
"Ah yes. Feed the Jennie. I can eat pasta just fine. Angel's even been sneaking me M&M's. If all goes well, I should be fine by November. Well, then we start on muscle, but at least babies won't cry when they see me coming." Jennie added with a grin.
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Date: 2006-10-21 05:35 am (UTC)You know, they really need to start just piping this through the mansion's sound system. Everyone would have to smile...come on...you know you want to right now!
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Date: 2006-10-21 12:42 pm (UTC)