Fiona was about to pack up her things to head for the salle to practice when she got the phonecall.

"Hey, Onchidoris bilamellata."

Her brother. But... wasn't he supposed to be in one of his million-and-three classes? The insult was the most important thing, though. Onchidoris bilamellata... that was a type of sea slug. So he was commenting on ( Read more... )

There was Fight Club to go to of course, and homework to do, and research to work on, and something she wanted to check so she could use it on Eliot, but there was also the mythology text. Door and window both open so she could enjoy the breeze through the room, she picked up another text, a different one than the one she'd started. One that, ( Read more... )

It had been a good day so far, even with Arthur being a big jerk during Superhero Fashion, which was why she was flopped out on her bed, reading one of the books she'd gotten at the store today. It was a mythology book, one with plenty of history to go along with the stories; she wondered absently if, with this, she should try and see what matched ( Read more... )

( The first call was to Eliot. )

For someone who'd never used a phone for personal business before, she certainly felt like she used hers often enough. Then again, she noted if only to herself, you've never had anyone to talk to that you wouldn't see as soon as you got home.

Eliot was the first call, of course, since he'd texted her a few times last night. Now that they both ( Read more... )

Fiona took a long bath. A sinfully long bath. A sinfully long bath after an absolutely necessary shower.

It was wonderful. She felt human again, and her hair smelled like jasmine and honey.

Note to self: call Aunt Dallas and thank her for the hatbox full of bathbombs.Wrapped in a big fluffy white bathrobe, she settled on her bed with her ( Read more... )

Fiona had her class today, of course, but for the moment she was working on looking through her things to see what she'd forgotten, what she hadn't remembered to pack. Never having gone anywhere (and, honestly, being deeply frustrated while doing it), she'd mostly grabbed and stuffed ( Read more... )

Fiona was glad to be back in a room with her things and only one roommate, but she was going to miss the campfires. She'd gotten her moving done early today, which had meant that she could spend the rest of the day doing things she enjoyed, like shopping for a new bathing suit. The beach had proved to be a lovely distraction as well but ( Read more... )

Fiona didn't have a cellphone yet ( though that wouldn't be for long) so that meant she had to slip back to her room to use her phone. With today being so much nicer than yesterday, she was expecting a pleasant enough conversation with her brother on the phone.

She wasn't expecting ( two voicemail messages. )

Fiona made the walk back to her room for two reasons, both of them important ( Read more... )