"I'll have you know I'm skipping class for this," Anemone announced as she plopped down on the ground, settling herself to look out over the ocean as Gulliver investigated the waves. "I'm staying. At school, I mean. Which you probably figured out because it's November and I'm still here, instead of leaving back in August, but whatever."

( Then I made the mistake of asking how you talk to dead people, and that opened up a whole new fight. )

It was quiet without her roommate around, but that was fine with Anemone. There were too many people on-campus, too much of a bustle. As much as it hurt that no one had come out this year to check on her, she was a bit relieved not to need to take part in the crush of humans outside her room ( Read more... )

Anemone bustled around her room humming happily. For the first time since she had been sent to this forsaken place for her own safety, she had good news from home.

Her dear and loving guardian, Colonel Dewey, had sent word that he was hopeful the war would soon be over. He was close to overthrowing the Evil Grand Vizier, and she could return ( Read more... )

It had been an interesting week.

Flying again was incredible, even if these wings were a bit fragile for her tastes.  Getting to eat nothing but sugar and nectar?  Fantastic.  Not being able to talk wasn't really that bad, as Anemone didn't often have much to say.  It was just easier staying quiet sometimes, rather than having people keep looking ( Read more... )

The beautiful weather was making Anemone itch to fly.  She'd handwavily been out with her surfboard every day this week, but the sky was singing to her.

"I want an LFO," she snarked to Gulliver, folding her origami paper carefully.  "Or at least a shuttle.  Do you think I can get Dominic to give me a shuttle for Christmas?"  Gulliver burbbled ( Read more... )

Sun.  Bad.

Groaning, she tried to hide under the blanket a bit longer.  Her head still hurt from the lecture she'd gotten from Windu and Yoda again.  Windu had ranted, raved, and ended with informing her that her status in the Order was in serious doubt.

She was used to that.  It was Yoda's quiet disappointment that was making her want to hide ( Read more... )

So the new girl hadn't shown up at the picnic.  Whatever.  It just meant she had her double as a single for another semester.

Anemone was currently sprawled out on her floor, music blasting and paper everywhere as she played with the new art supplies she'd gotten for New Year's while she'd been home.

[open, yo!  Come chill with the ladies of 202!]

"Gulliver, when did it get to be Monday?"  Tinsel and wrapping paper were being tossed around the room, and a very sensible panduppy was perched on top of Anemone's dresser, hopefully out of the way.  "You're supposed to remind me of these things!"

Gulliver cooed at her hopefully, but Anemone threw another round of tinsel at him.  "So not helpful ( Read more... )

Anemone was bored.   And twitchy.  Neither of which were things she was very good at dealing with.

So rather than actually study for any of her finals, she's spread her art supplies all over the room, and is busy cutting out pictures from an old issue of Ray=Out to make a collage.

[open for artness!  thread for phonecall locked to not-boyfriend.]

Anemone wasn't waiting any longer.

She wasn't going to sit around on that stupid island, with all the stupid happy people getting ready for their stupid holiday.  She wanted out.  Out out out out out.

Which had translated to Anemone grabbing her overnight bag, picking up a disgruntled Gulliver, and walking down the Causeway until she reached the ( Read more... )