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Room 408, Monday Afternoon
Well. Jonothon's first day of classes had been... Educational.

In Science class, he'd been offered a position as a TA, which had caught him off-guard, really. The people gawping at him when he'd spoken in that Religion class was a little more like what he'd been expecting ever since he'd arrived here, though people seemed to rather consistently take his voice in stride right up until that point.

He was trying damn hard not to dwell on any of it too much. He would have to head into town sometime, to see if they had a music store of some sort. And he needed clothing. He could hardly wear the same outfit for the rest of his time here, and laundry was a particular challenge when you didn't have the option of standing around shirtless, anyhow. He'd have to ask Ben what he knew about the places in town where he could get both or either.

For the time being, he'd settle for flopping backward on his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

Ceilings were bloody boring.

[[The door is open if anybody wants to poke at the kind of smelly guy. Will be a shameless linkdrop soon enough, as well. Because I'm just sneaky like that.]]


2009-09-01 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)

//Oh. Well, if that's all...//

His induction into the realm of weird enemies had involved a mutant marrow-eating dimension-hopping individual who looked vaguely like a crossbreed between Snuffleupagus and an anthropomorphic purple porcupine, with mouths in his hands. Zombies sounded easy enough.

//And that happens fairly regularly, does it?


2009-09-01 05:48 am (UTC) (Link)

"At least once a semester. Sometimes it rains pudding or whatever, though, or people turn into animals. What year are you in, Jonothon?" Master of the subtle directional change, that was Jenny.


2009-09-01 05:53 am (UTC) (Link)

//Junior,// Jonothon replied, sounding for the most part as though the weirdness around here was really more refreshingly amusing than terribly bothersome.

Pudding. Honestly. He would just have to cope somehow.


2009-09-01 06:42 am (UTC) (Link)

Jenny brightened. "Brilliant! I'm a junior, too."


2009-09-01 11:02 am (UTC) (Link)

//Well, we've just got a whole mess of things in common then, haven't we?//

She wanted something. She had to want something. Didn't everybody want something? Jonothon's slightly raised eyebrow indicated that he suspected about that much, even if his tone was still quite pleasant.

Well. Pleasant for Jono.

Edited at 2009-09-01 11:19 am (UTC)


2009-09-01 11:32 pm (UTC) (Link)

Of course she wanted something. Mostly that something was 'a drink' but there was something else, too. "Eh, we're both English and we're both juniors. I suppose it's not that much, really, but it's something. Look, you're smart, I'll cut to the chase: I'm running for student council. I've been on it the past two years. I don't do bribes, not even food, but if you'd consider voting for me, that'd be nice. I got our prom theme to be skeletons one year," she said proudly.


2009-09-01 11:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Why yes, it was possible to make a bemused snorting sound inside one's head. Jono demonstrated that fact before replying.

//I'm not the sort of bloke you'd be able to buy off so eaily with food anyhow, luv.// He stuck his hands into his pockets, clearly considering the request, and then he shrugged. //But I'd probably consider votin' for yer, if only to see something like skeletons take over those ruddy fancy social events.//

And, you know, British pride.