Room 418, Monday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara no longer had a roommate. While she didn't object to sharing a living space, she was hardly going to deny that there was a certain pleasure in having your own rooms. Not least because some things were simply easier when there was a level of privacy she hadn't enjoyed since she'd last lived in a Mord'Sith temple. Such as taking proper care of her leathers.

Looking up from cleaning her boots, she wondered briefly why she hadn't noticed just how blank and featureless the material they made the walls out of was before this, especially in the harsh, steady glow of the lights they used here.

She pushed the thought deep down, since it hardly mattered, before getting up and going over to open the door. Not much, just enough that any ambient noise could filter through. She didn't trust any place that was too quiet.

[Cracked door, open post.]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce was taking a walk through the dorms when he happened to see a cracked door. It was his first instinct to try to figure out whose room it was and why the door was open through either peeking inside or sneaking outside, scaling the building, locating the window, and then peeking inside.

Neither of those things seemed terribly practical, though, which is why Bruce embraced his recent dedication to pretending to have an active social drive by knocking on the partially opened door.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara quickly tugged her boots back on (not as easy as it sounded) before heading over to open the door properly. "Bruce." That was...unexpected.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Cara," Bruce said. At least it was someone he knew. Someone who might even appreciate an explanation. "The open door caught my curiosity. It was going to bug me if I didn't ask whoever lived here what was going on."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shrugged. "Nothing's going on. I just prefer being able to hear what's going on around me." Not that she found too much silence unnerving, she just didn't like it. "Less chance of being surprised that way."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Surprised by what, exactly?" Bruce said, asking despite having several answers of his own. Including the most obvious: "Well, besides gremlins."

[wrongkindofsith]

Banelings, gars, bandits, shadrin, Sisters of the Dark, random lost farm animals...it wasn't paranoia when half the countryside was actually trying to kill you. "Anything, really."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I can actually relate," Bruce said. "Just because I haven't been attacked by anything in the dorms doesn't mean there can't be a first time. It's almost inevitable."

Keep up that positive thinking, Bruce.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was possessed of a similarly optimistic streak.

"There's the gremlins if nothing else." Sure she'd been bitten in the cabins, but they were supposed to live in the dorms too.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Watch out for the air ducts with them," Bruce said. "They can probably travel through the building with ease using the duct system."

That's why Bruce made sure his vent cover was on as tightly as he could manage. He had yet to be bitten, so it was presumably helping.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara wasn't sure whether it was better or worse if noises in the ducts were caused by gremlins instead of rats. "The little green bastards are certainly small enough to fit in there."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Have you been bit by one yet?" Bruce asked.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara grimaced. "Yes." It had been humiliating and she still had no idea where she'd found the dress.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Can I ask what it made you do?" Bruce asked.

[wrongkindofsith]

"You can." That didn't necessarily mean she'd answer.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"What did it make you do?" Bruce asked. "My luck can't hold out forever, so I want to know what I have to look forward to."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara considered not answering, but if she did that he might ask other people, at least this way she could control what he heard. "I thought I was a princess. I spoke in rhyme." And if she ever saw the Margrave of Rothenburg again, she'd do more than knock him out for creating the association between the two in her head. "There was simpering...and dancing." She was not going to mention the dress if she could help it.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce didn't laugh because he wasn't really the type to laugh at something like that. Mostly he was just thankful that he had never been led to believe that he was a princess. "It didn't last too long, did it?"

[wrongkindofsith]

The lack of laughter was good, because Cara would have then had to hurt Bruce, and they'd both regret that.

"More than long enough." Of course, as far as Cara was concerned, any amount of time thinking she was a princess was too long.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"On the positive side, at least now you have a story to try to hide from people," Bruce said. Okay, not laughing, but maybe being a little sarcastic.

[wrongkindofsith]

Much as it stung her pride, Cara would have been grateful if that was the worst thing she had to hide from people.

Of course, since she had no intention of letting anyone know she had anything worse to hide, she rolled her eyes. "I'm glad one of us can see a positive side."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Well, the real positive is that it hasn't happened to me yet," Bruce said. "But I'm pretty certain you're not going to agree with me there."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Your powers of insight are stunning."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I've tried to hone them over the years," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

"In between your golf games?" Cara asked, much too sweetly.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Yes. And if you ever tried playing it, you'd probably be hooked," Bruce opined.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Only if you're allowed to hit something other than the ball." And by something, she meant other players.

[headed home, back in a few]

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Well, you probably could do that, but you'd never be allowed back on the course," Bruce said. "And you might get arrested."

[OOC: And I need sleep! Night!]

[wrongkindofsith]

"That would be awkward," Cara admitted. Though at least there'd be less chance of a lynch mob than the last time she'd gotten arrested.

[Night!]