xp_logs | Medusa and Monet, Saturday night.

Monet arrives at the mansion a little worse for wear. Medusa is somewhat unimpressed with her new suite-mate.

Monet staggered out of the bathroom. Again. Bloody Dad. Bloody Granddad and his bloody powers. Bloody grandad teleportation-lag. And they'd stuck her in here with some stupid girl who was probably twelve. She curled up in her doona again and started alternating tiny sips of water with tiny nibbles of the vita wheats Mum had helpfully packed. "I just want to die..."

The girl's nausea and symptoms probably weren't helped by the bulldog that start barking at her as Medusa watched the dark haired girl stagger out of the bathroom and collapse. She steeled her expression into one that would be interpreted as polite despite the fact that she was in shock. Not only had someone stopped by to tell her she'd have a roommate, they hadn't even given her time to process the thought before the girl had pranced in and spent a good few hours throwing up in the bathroom. She didn't even know the girl's name and had no desire to learn it, but circumstances demanded decorum and the redhead cleared her throat. "Greeting, I am Medusalith Amaquelin."

Monet looked up. She hadn’t noticed the other girl before she’d spoken. Right. Company manners. “Good evening. I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Monet St. Croix. I’m to be your new suite-mate. Is that your dog?”

"Pleased to meet you Monet," Medusa said, though she was anything but. "Lockjaw belongs to my sister, though he lives...lived in that room as her roommate is unable to handle a dog sharing their room." Medusa was careful to keep her distance. The way the girl was acting, there was no telling what kind of plague she might be carrying. "Should I be calling a doctor for you?"

“He’s very cute.” Monet shook her head. “I’m fine!” She doubled over with stomach cramps for a moment. Fine was so obviously not true and ….Medusalith was probably going to try and call a doctor anyway. She figured she’d better explain. “M’granddad gave me a lift. His powers react with ours. ….uurgh. ‘s getting better, though. I’ll be right in the morning.”

Glancing at a clock in the suite's living room, Medusa arched an eyebrow. "Technically, it is morning. You were in there for quite some time." Her hair's pattern shifted slightly, ends curling inwards. "It was not very considerate of him to transport you if he was aware of the results on your...digestion."

“Try telling him that.” Monet paused for a moment. “Excuse me!” She bolted for the bathroom for the fourth time that night.

Medusa's lip curled in distaste as soon as the other girl had turned her back. This was not going to work. She could not have a roommate. She most certainly could not have one who apparently couldn't keep the contents of her stomach down for more than a minute or two. "Perhaps you are too ill to stay here. I would be more than happy to have someone assist you to the infirmary."

Monet paused. She wasn’t chucking yet. Sitting in front of the toilet but not chucking. That was good. “I said I’m fine! It’s just …urgh. Granddad’s powers. Knocks me out for a few hours and then I’m good. I’d be fine right now if I hadn’t had to go to that lunch thing, today, too.” Medusalith and her fecking ‘I’ll be all nice and take you to a doctor.’ Today was just not a good day.

"I see," Medusa said, a strand of hair flicking out in irritation. Great, she was going to be stuck with the girl. Maybe Monet wouldn't be staying long. Suddenly, the end of school seemed very far away.