2+2=6

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Scene: Both Alison and Lorna are on their computers. Lorna is moody. She's all wibbly over her own love life and thus is going to meddle in Alison's. The first bit coincides with the posts here. This is shockingly messy because I'm lazy. Deal. ;-P



And just in case it wasn't absurdly obvious, truecolorsdazzle is Alison, TruNrthStar is Lorna.


Alison: WAH! QUIT THAT!!
Lorna: Turnabouts fair play, my love.
Alison: *gets that "I shall plot" look*
Lorna: *already has the "evil plotting" look*
truecolorsdazzle: *alternates between WAH looks and RETRIBUTION looks*
truecolorsdazzle: Too convoluted for Sam, but Alison going WAH in her room right now!!!
TruNrthStar: Lorna knows that quite well and is occasionally leaning over to smirk in Alison's general direction
truecolorsdazzle: *eyes bugging out at screen* I TAKE IT BACK! NOT BESTEST ROOMIE EVER! NOT! ;)
TruNrthStar: *says and posts the same thing*
TruNrthStar: *leans out and surveys the distance between Ali's room and her own*
truecolorsdazzle: *LOL*
truecolorsdazzle: Don't. You. Dare.
TruNrthStar: Nothing! Nothing at all
truecolorsdazzle: *DIES AT LAST COMMENT!*
truecolorsdazzle: NO! I EXPLAINED BONDAGE TO HIM LAST NIGHT!!! DON"T GO THERE!
truecolorsdazzle: *Alison stalks up behind Lorna while she gapes at screen*
truecolorsdazzle: Oooh roooomie... *holds up stuffed animal to thwap her with*
truecolorsdazzle: *thwappity thwap thwap!!!*
TruNrthStar: *reading outloud as she types* Perfect place to start then!
You know, my parents' friend had this bumper sticker. It said, "Thank God I
TruNrthStar: *gets beaten and accidently hits send*
truecolorsdazzle: *proceeds to then tickle her madly, then makes a run for it*
TruNrthStar: *grabs Snidely and gives chase*
truecolorsdazzle: *cackles and runs about madly, keeping Lorna from computer!!!*
TruNrthStar: *catches up, (being taller and longer legged helps) and smacks her roomie around a bit them runs back to her own room and shuts the door. Laughs hysterically the whole time*
truecolorsdazzle: *Alison makes it to the door in time to have it closed behind her, laughing like a loon herself*
TruNrthStar: *types superfast and posts*
truecolorsdazzle: *shrieks from other side of door*
TruNrthStar: *gets up, opens the door and baps Alison with Snidely*
truecolorsdazzle: *shrieks, thwaps back, then considers using new nifty moves she learned in training - grins evilly at Lorna*
TruNrthStar: *backs away quickly, using snidely as a shield*
truecolorsdazzle: *stalks her, dropping own stuffed animal* What you need, missy, is a cold shower. *smug look*
TruNrthStar: What you need, missy, is a date with the farmboy. *pauses, realises there are several and clarifies* The tall blond one.
truecolorsdazzle: *LOL*
truecolorsdazzle: *has Piotr and Jamie dye their hair blond*
TruNrthStar: With the irritating sister. *smug*
truecolorsdazzle: Piotr: Yana is not irritating... *sad look*
TruNrthStar: Lol. Definitely not. Cute as a button that one. The other blonde cow...girl on the other hand…
truecolorsdazzle: *LOL*
TruNrthStar: *is staying very much out of reach*
truecolorsdazzle: *corners in room*
truecolorsdazzle: *manhandles into bathroom*
TruNrthStar: *shrieks and tries to remain away from the shower*
truecolorsdazzle: *cackles and gleefully stuffs in shower*
TruNrthStar: *screams as the water hits her*
truecolorsdazzle: *dies laughing, and gets nearly as wet making sure Lorna is soaked through and through, then peels off, grabbing a towel on the way*
TruNrthStar: *shoves Alison away...Alison goes further than Lorna could have physically pushed her*
TruNrthStar: *slips and falls in shock*
truecolorsdazzle: *Eeps and manages to land on feet, then makes a grab for Lorna*
truecolorsdazzle: *oddly enough, looks very cheerful about what just happened*
TruNrthStar: *sits on the shower floor, her jaw slack*
truecolorsdazzle: *pets on head. then turns on cold shower again*
truecolorsdazzle: *is so shameless*
TruNrthStar: *screams again and turns it off, sputters helplessly*
truecolorsdazzle: *throws towel at her and makes a run for it*
TruNrthStar: *belatedly notices that the faucet is metal and she really didn't have to get soaked*
TruNrthStar: *whimpers, extends her hands and twists like she's locking a door then grabs the towel and wraps it around her head*
truecolorsdazzle: *another towel appears and is thrown from the doorway*
TruNrthStar: *grabs that one too and starts towelling dry, mourning her formerly cashmere sweater* Still here?
truecolorsdazzle: *voice echoes from doorway* Wouldn't go anywhere... *whips in and takes picture* for anything in the world!!! *cackles and runs off with camera!!!*
TruNrthStar: *holds out her hand and concentrates, the camera back pops open though the film isn't exposed just yet*
truecolorsdazzle: *shoves camera in dark bag and hides under bed, then revises and pops lid back closed* Wait! I want a wet roomie picture!!! *trots back in shower with a grin* We don't have one yet!
TruNrthStar: And we never shall! I'm not looking like a drowned rat on film! *continues drying off*
truecolorsdazzle: You look like a seaborne goddess. Quit that. Besides - you get me all wet on the pic too. *grins*
TruNrthStar: *smirks evilly* I'm not the one who would enjoy a picture of you all wet.
truecolorsdazzle: *pops out of room and quickly winds up film to save it while Lorna has towel on head and ears*
truecolorsdazzle: MEANIE!
truecolorsdazzle: *grumbles and saves film, then closes camera again*
truecolorsdazzle: *leans back in* You so deserved the cold shower. *grins*
truecolorsdazzle: I'm sure Alex would like the wet look. *ducks out again*
TruNrthStar: *outraged shriek*
truecolorsdazzle: *runs to hide film in bedroom, then places camera on desk* You know you waaaant him! *sing song*
TruNrthStar: *pulls on her bathrobe and ditches the ruined sweater and skirt she was wearing* I swear to God, I'm telling Sam everything if you don't stop that! *isn't really angry*
TruNrthStar: *exits bathroom and starts looking for the camera*
truecolorsdazzle: No you woooon't! *is chanted back serenely to her*
truecolorsdazzle: *leans on doorframe, still wet and dripping, and grins at her*
TruNrthStar: Will too!
truecolorsdazzle: Will not!
TruNrthStar: The bumper sticker said, "Thank God, I married my best friend." Don't think I won't tell him that. Even Sam can put two and two together and get six
truecolorsdazzle: Ha! He will so turn up with a six answer, I'll bet you anything!
TruNrthStar: six is close enough. *smiles*
truecolorsdazzle: Betcha Alex can count better. *winks and eyes camera on desk*
TruNrthStar: *follows line of sight and "grabs" the camera* There's nothing for him to count yet.
truecolorsdazzle: *looks smug*
truecolorsdazzle: *sidles towards door to hallway*
TruNrthStar: *notices but knows that door is quite securely "locked", pulls the camera to her and pops open the back again*
truecolorsdazzle: *tries handle and decides that lasering it off is overkill - eyes window with speculation*
TruNrthStar: *mutters in irritation when she sees the film is gone* What did you do with it? *"locks" the window with an absent flick of her hand*
truecolorsdazzle: *eyes window and then leans on wall again with wry look* I ain't telling, and you can't make me. *grins widely and waggles eyebrows*
TruNrthStar: *grumbles and starts combing the suite* I don't suppose that film had a metal case?
truecolorsdazzle: Nope! *cheerful grin* You won't fiiiind it! *bounces to the center of the room, and strikes a Kung Fu pose* Wet Woman Doomed!
TruNrthStar: :P Not yet I'm not.
truecolorsdazzle: *cackles and looks smug some more*
TruNrthStar: *ignores her and keeps looking for the film*
truecolorsdazzle: *lets her look, as is sure won't be found*
TruNrthStar: *pulls open drawers, checks under cushions, even opens Mr. Coffee to check his filter*
truecolorsdazzle: *starts shivering and grabs a towel, and dries self off while chortling* Mine mine mine!!!
TruNrthStar: *glares* You can't show it to anyone, Ali! It's not fit for public comsumption! *keeps looking--under the armchairs, on the shelves, behind books, in the little potted hanging plant*
truecolorsdazzle: *giggles and bounces while shaking off a wet sock* Hey, I offered to take one of both of us!
TruNrthStar: *checks under the beds, beneath pillows, in trinket boxes* Very generous. You always look gorgeous.
truecolorsdazzle: *looks down at sodden self and grins at the transparency of her shirt, and concedes the point* Well, I can't say you're wrong there. *winks*
TruNrthStar: *eyeroll* And so modest too. *above, beyond, before, behind, in, under, out, below, through...still nothing. Starts pushing around in Alison's closet.* Whereas, as I've said several times so far, drowned rats would sit up and go 'honey that's just pitiful.'
truecolorsdazzle: That'd just be the jealous women rats. The guy rats would be falling over each other trying to get to you, I'd bet. *nods solemnly at her outrageous statement*
TruNrthStar: Hurrah, rats. Maybe even super rats in rat's clothing. *abandons the closet and starts poking through the dresser drawers*
truecolorsdazzle: *watches her look, and keep taunting* And then you'd be called Mrs. Rat. ;)
TruNrthStar: If it had to come to marriage, I'd rather be Mrs. Coffee. *shoots the coffeemaker an affectionate look before shaking out Ali's shoes one by one*
truecolorsdazzle: You won't fiiiiiiind it!
truecolorsdazzle: And you better clean all that up.
truecolorsdazzle: Wench.
TruNrthStar: *glances around* It's not that much of a mess. *is still shaking out shoes*
truecolorsdazzle: That's it! *raised index* Out with you! Or it'll be tickling for you!
TruNrthStar: *serenely continues on through the shoes, unfazed by the tickling threat*
truecolorsdazzle: How about if I promise to keep the picture only to myself?
truecolorsdazzle: *grins*
TruNrthStar: *flat stare* Wouldn't trust ya as far as I could throw ya.
truecolorsdazzle: *tilts head, then smile fades slowly* Lorna... are you ok? You're taking this a lot more seriously than you usually do... *looks serious*
TruNrthStar: *has been kneeling in front of the closet, turns now and sits on her feet* I'm fine. It's just...*sighs and tugs on a loose strand of hair, winding it around her finger thoughtfully* I don't do pictures with my hair like this, ya know? The icons for the journal just us see but...*she shrugs* It's silly.
truecolorsdazzle: *walks up to her and kneels down in front of her, lips curving into a smile* Tell you what, roomie. We'll go get the film together when it's developed, and if you really hate it then, you can keep the negatives and prints and do what you want to them. Ok?
TruNrthStar: *wry look* Any chance they aren't going to be developed by Muggles? Cus I don't know if developing pictures that scream mutants is going to go over so well.
truecolorsdazzle: *grins cheerfully* Moey will do it for me. And Moey won't care at all - he's a friend. It's up to you, though. Heh. Actually, I bet if Moey saw you, he'd beg and grovel for the chance of a photo shoot with you.
TruNrthStar: Moey? *cocks head to the side curiously* Who is this individual of dubious taste?
truecolorsdazzle: *gapes at her* Dubious taste! He's the one who did all my photo shoots before! The nude I'm sort of using as an icon? That's him! Well. I cropped it of course. *grins smugly*
TruNrthStar: *grins impishly* Like I said, dubious taste. Sides, you're the one who said he'd grovel for a chance to photo me...obviously a near sighted individual or one with some mad photo shopping skills.
truecolorsdazzle: Ha! You cannot say such things without accepting to give him the chance to prove you wrong! *she sits crosslegged on the floor, pointing at Lorna* We go see Moey. Moey develop film. Moey take pretty pretty pictures of you. *nods solemnly*
TruNrthStar: Now that's just crazy talk. The Logic Fairy would beat you for that sentence. *shakes head, more amused than she's willing to admit* I'll agree, conditionally.
truecolorsdazzle: And the conditions be, Wet Doomed Woman? *points a finger at her and scrunches up her face in a suspicious look*
TruNrthStar: Condition the first *ticks points off on her fingers* No encouraging the photographer, he has to offer on his own.
truecolorsdazzle: *nods, still pointing finger and making odds faces at her*
TruNrthStar: Condition the second: all the photos and negatives come to me and me alone.
TruNrthStar: Condition the third and a deal breaker: 2+2 must equal something close enough to 6 within three days of the shoot. No excuses. Billboard ads must be taken out if that is the only recourse but there must be some kind of Sam enlightenment regarding you and your feelings.
truecolorsdazzle: *starts to say something about point 2 then freezes at point 3*
truecolorsdazzle: *Anguished look* I can't!
TruNrthStar: *folds arms* You can. You've already decided to.
TruNrthStar: I'm just giving you a deadline.
truecolorsdazzle: *folds over and hides face in hands*
truecolorsdazzle: *turns and crawls to bed, and yanks down the Frog on her bed, the one that Sam won for her, and opens the mouth, extracting the film from it and flipping it towards Lorna*
truecolorsdazzle: Can't.
truecolorsdazzle: *sighs*
TruNrthStar: *grabs the film out of the air and sets it on the rug in front of her* Chicken.
truecolorsdazzle: *nods, eyeing film with regret* At least have it developed before you kill it? It'd be such a nice souvenir. *smiles wistfully*
TruNrthStar: *picks up the film canister again and tosses it in the air a couple of times* Tell him. *she throws the film back and stands up* Or be miserable.
truecolorsdazzle: *catches the film* Tell you what. If I ever do tell him, you'll be the first I tell? *looks at her, hoping that might be acceptable*
TruNrthStar: *shakes head* No deal. I don't care if I find out first, fourth or twenty-nineth. At this rate, I'm going to be a little old lady with blue hair and twelve cats before you work up any nerve. *wanders over to the window and looks out* Time is passing, Ali, and you're just sitting there. Get your ass moving. *lays her hand on the pane and "unlocks" the window*
truecolorsdazzle: I'm trying. *she smiles wistfully* Just - I'd rather have him as a friend. My best friend. Rather than lose that too. *she curls up, leaning against the bed* There's a lot going on Lorna. Trust me - if I thought he'd have any interest, well... he'd not be getting out of this room for a few days, mmm?
TruNrthStar: *opens the window and leans out into the cool night, her voice floats back in on the wind* So tis better to have never loved at all? Was that daring and bravado earlier about refusing to settle just smoke and mirrors, then?
truecolorsdazzle: *smiles faintly* I won't settle for nothing on this one. And with things how they are - it's this or nothing, with Sam. Maybe things will change one day. *absently drags Frog off the bed, huddling the stuffed animal* Some things are worth waiting for. *looks at Lorna with a serene look* And I have time.
TruNrthStar: *pulls her head back in and looks at Alison* You're really content to watch him look everywhere but you?
truecolorsdazzle: He - *she stops, shaking her head* Part of the things that aren't for me to say, roomie. *she gets up to her feet, and walks towards her, giving her a brief hug* And no, I don't. *her eyes darken before she pulls up a smile again* But right now - it's all I got, Lorna. And he needs a friend. He needs me as a friend. And I can't just - change all that on him. Not right now. Bad timing.
TruNrthStar: *sighs and hugs her back* I just don't like seeing you unhappy.
truecolorsdazzle: Sometimes I'm happy. Sometimes it hurts, but there's still "happy" in there too. Life, dont'cha know. *she chuckles, and taps Lorna's nose gently* I'll have "happy often" at some point. Won't settle for less. *she nods quietly, secure in the knowledge*
TruNrthStar: All right, then. But don't think I'm giving up here. *half-grins* However, since you are the older and wiser here, I'll give in for a bit.
truecolorsdazzle: *chuckles* Well, older yes. Not sure about wiser though. *she winks at her roomate* Now... how about we clean up this mess? *points at the entire room, and the common room which has water on the floor*
TruNrthStar: *nods and starts cleaning up* Much much much older.
truecolorsdazzle: Oh hush, you young whippersnapper! *starts picking up things too and cackles* Kids these days! No respect for their elders!
TruNrthStar: How's your arthritis these days, granny?
truecolorsdazzle: *throws a wet towel Lorna and replies in a mocking voice* Thriving! All that cold water!
TruNrthStar: *catches the towel and snickers* Well, you don't have anyone to blame for that except yourself. Speaking of which, in the bathroom...how did I do that?
truecolorsdazzle: Probably magnetic fields around me or something. *grins as Lorna blinks at her* Hey. You don't read about wave and particle dynamics without picking up a few things. *winks*
TruNrthStar: *frowns a little bit* Is that what the wacky distortion around you was? I know that I can do that for myself, or will be able to someday, but I didn't realise that I could do that to other people too.
truecolorsdazzle: Gotta love how reflexes can drive you insane. Bet you have a hell of a time doing that on purpose. *looks at her sympathetically* You should talk to one of the senior staff about it, you know... *eyes a sodden spot on the ground and shrugs, dumping a towel on it to mop up the most of the water*
TruNrthStar: And here I was hoping that control wasn't so far off. At this rate, when you finally land the farmboy and I'm an old lady with my cats, I'll also be graduating from here. *yawns*
truecolorsdazzle: *chuckles* We can chase down the younger students with our canes - well, you can thwap them via remote with a metal something or other while I try to chase them down. *winks and gestures towards Lorna's room* Why don't you go to bed? I'll finish up. Since I started it. *grins*
TruNrthStar: *immediately perks up* Deal! *bounces off to her room, looking very much not tired*
TruNrthStar: G'night, Ali
truecolorsdazzle: *laughs cheerfully* Wench! Night, Nana. *grins at the new nickname, and continues picking up*
TruNrthStar: *squeaks then giggles* I called my great grandmother Nana. She didn't have any cats though. *shakes her head* Later.
truecolorsdazzle: *waits until Lorna is in her room with the door closed to throw a wet towel at the door*
truecolorsdazzle: *picks up what little is left*



Yes, they are insane, thank you for asking.