The deck, Monday afternoon
There was little in this world (or her own) that Raven enjoyed more than a proper lazy summer vacation day, and she intended to make full use of the break from workshops. It'd been awhile since she'd taken advantage of the dorm's deck, but she was out in force, this afternoon, sporting a cute little blue strapless suit and a pair of actual, for real sunglasses, sipping iced tea -- she had a whole pitcher, if anyone wanted to share -- and generally enjoying the warm air.
Okay, so it was actually kind of cloudy, today. And Charles had sent her a giant stack of books, which he was fussing about getting her opinion on -- though why he thought she'd want to read Bradbury or Burroughs when there were future books she could be reading, she wasn't sure -- so she was doing a bit less sunbathing than flipping disconsolately through a book about book burning, of all things, but the spirit of it remained the same.
She'd get her revenge. She was already planning the care package, full of dub-step and softcore housewife porn. And maybe some Margaret Atwood, just so he didn't think living in the future was totally rotting her brain.
[dorms needed more posts. Open.]
Okay, so it was actually kind of cloudy, today. And Charles had sent her a giant stack of books, which he was fussing about getting her opinion on -- though why he thought she'd want to read Bradbury or Burroughs when there were future books she could be reading, she wasn't sure -- so she was doing a bit less sunbathing than flipping disconsolately through a book about book burning, of all things, but the spirit of it remained the same.
She'd get her revenge. She was already planning the care package, full of dub-step and softcore housewife porn. And maybe some Margaret Atwood, just so he didn't think living in the future was totally rotting her brain.
[dorms needed more posts. Open.]