Room 218; Tuesday, Mostly all day.

[ecirpnellehada]

At one point in her life, many points, like points of stars, srats of stniop, Adah used to draw. There weren't anything much, mirror images of things she saw, but they were through an Adah mirror, so they weren't exactly what everyone else saw. She was starting to feel like maybe she should start that again. She certainly had a few things that

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[moonbrain_tam]

Adah had promised to lend her books, one in particular, and River hadn't forgot that. She also hadn't want to push Adah about it, because although the psychicness generally gave her a good idea what reaction to expect from people, Adah's mind seemed to confuse her. Or perhaps it was her own that did that, it was hard to tell sometimes.

In exchange for borrowing a book River had thought of a gift, which she hoped wasn't overstepping a boundary of some kind. Holding the shoebox tightly under her arm she made her way down to the second floor, stopping on the threshold.

"Hello," she said, waiting for an invitation.

[ecirpnellehada]

Tilting the notebook slightly to the side, Adah went to tilt her head one way, remembered that her body wouldn't allow that, and then shifted the notebook another way, to accommodate tilting her head in the opposite direction. A drawing she couldn't quite place, couldn't quite figure out what it was, and no backward notation to assist her. She was thinking, at most, it was probably the Kwilu, but it was really difficult to tell. She had a shaky hand that day, and then a voice drew her away from Africa. Slowly. Adah looked up, saw River, but her mind was still on the jungle. She had to blink a few times to slowly bring herself back around to her current place and time, time and place. Ecalp dna emit. Her head bobbed in a returned hello; the shifting of her legs slightly by way of invitation; her eyes couldn't help drift to the shoebox in curiosity and, shortly after, dropping her gaze down to River's own feet.

[moonbrain_tam]

River didn't wear any shoes and the box didn't contain shoes either. She had got it from Buffy and used it to store things in. With a small laugh she took a step across the threshold, moving silently through the room, stopping next to Adah. The box was being carried as if it held something precious.

"Ever swallowed a fly?" River asked. "Happens by accident sometimes. Catching flies requires precision though."

[ecirpnellehada]

Smrow kooh; Adah wondered if there were hookworms in space. No, she had never swallowed a fly, but she grinned for the fact that the way River asked made her wonder that River had. Good source of protein? She wasn't sure. She'd have to brush up on her insect nutritional facts, or ask the Rehctacylf Esidarap. She moved her notebook, leaning part of it against herself to display it better than what just her hand would do. Such a beautiful, awkward bird, and Adah felt she'd made its beauty disturbing with that unfaltering, unnatural smile, and was curious as to what River might have thought about Adah, fourteen, maybe fifteen at this point, and her view of the birds.

[by137]

That morning, again before going out on his handwavey secret jogging, A.J. took a detour down the second floor hallway toward Beauty's room, while he was there. He saw that the door was open, which was a little unexpected, so he still knocked lightly on the open frame before peaking his head in. "Beauty?"

...That wasn't Beauty. He gave the girl a small smile, lifted his hand in a wave before it ducked into his pockets and he hovered in the door frame. "Hey," he said, "you much be Beauty's roommate. I'm A.J."

...Well, this worked out well. He'd been meaning to talk to the roommate about the pans for the room. What was her name again? A.J. pressed his lips together as he tried to remember. He knew Beauty had mentioned it a few times. "Uhh, Adah? Right?"

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah's eyes drifted up as the boy stuck his head through the door; immediately, it became clear to her that he might not exactly be in the most comfortable, expected position. Which, of course, meant she would revel in exploiting that. She kept her eyes steadily on him, he like a nervous lost fawn with the spots of youth still on his tail and spindly legs easily broken. Not to mention that he didn't terribly make a lot of sense, although he did for some reason know her name. Her head tilted slightly, but that was all the indication of acknowledgment she was willing to give until he explained himself more.

[by137]

"....Right."

Well, Beauty had said that Adah was usually quiet, right? A.J. just hadn't expected....so quiet. "Um, I'm friends with your roommate. It's, uh, actually a good thing I caught you, 'cause, you see, I was talking to her about, um..."

...Why was she just staring at him like that? He tried not to pay attention.

"Um, I'm going to paint your room. I've been talking with Beauty about it for a while now, and kind of wanted to get started, but, I mean, hey, it's your, um, room too..."

...did she even blink?

"Your room, too, so I wanted to get....your say...on it...um..."

[ecirpnellehada]

If Adah wasn't blinking, it was because she was at a bit of an impasse. On the one hand, the boy responded in the fashion that only the best did, reminding her of exactly why she was constantly doing this to those older high schoolers back at BHS in calculus who would try to weasel out of her the answers to that day's homework. On the other hand, he almost made it too easy, so that there was no challenge in it.

Thankfully, her other hand was lame, limp, had no control. Interesting, though, that, if he wasn't just terribly confused, that he called Honour Beauty and that he was thinking to paint their room. What would he paint it? Perhaps she should be less Ada so that she can make sure she didn't end up with a hellish haven.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke rapped gently on the doorjamb after his shop class--noticably droid free today--and gave Adah a small smile. "Hi."

[ecirpnellehada]

Blinking her eyes a bit wearily as she started reaching the end of Africa and what would be the beginning of Fandom in the battered pillowcase notebook, Adah looked up and met Luke's small smile with one of her own. She nodded to him, shifting a little to position herself in a way that suggested that he would get half, if not more, of her attention as the notebook was recieving.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke walked into the room and perched on a desk chair. "Homework?" he asked, nodding his head at her notebook.

[ecirpnellehada]

Lightly, Adah shook her head, and wondered how one might say 'the past' without actually saying it. It was a less than graceful way to do it than she would have preferred, but she merely turned the notebook around, holding it out, slightly tilted in her single hand, so that Luke might see the scribbles on it so that Luke might see it. To her, to her Adah eyes, her knowledge of the Adah mirror, the shaking scribbles and swirling angles were the perfect representation of a hopping struggling bird, Methuselah. The Wreck of Wild Africa, a cripple like her, in a world the size of seventeen inches of a yeardstick. Atrophied muscle tone, free as a bird absurd, unheard! He moves his wings as if he remembers flight, like somehow her leg would twitch as if it remembered movement. But the difference was that Methuselah could fly before; Adah never could.

Below the distorted image of the freedomless bird of freedom, she'd written "Lord of the feathers, deliver me this day from the carnivores that could tear me breast from wishbone!

[comelyhonour]

Beauty had been handwavily at the library, by way of visiting Greatheart. Which meant she had a stack of books in her arms, with two apples balanced on top, and a bit of hay in her hair.

Giving Adah a smile, she said as she came into the room, "I borrowed a couple of volumes of an encyclopedia from the library. Anemone suggested it would be a good way to find out what I needed to learn. You're welcome to look at them too, if you like. Oh, and would you like an apple?"

For some reason, she always made an effort to speak quietly around Adah. As if there was a particular level of silence that ought to be maintained in their room.

[ooc: Feel free to have Beauty's arrival be before, after, or whenever in relation to the other folks. I'm flexible. :)]

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah glanced up from a page about Toorlexa Nebee and his Hut of Secrets as Honour came into the room; the passage from past to present was a lot sharper, firmer, quicker for her because of what her roommate held in her arms. Adah's eyes instantly locked on the stack of books, how they were placed, and the apples on top, perfectly balanced. The apples themselves were not even perfect; good apples rarely were, one side of one slightly thicker than the other side and the other looking as if it shouldn't be able to stay with a bottom like that. But there they were, perfectly balanced, on top of books, in Honour's capable arms

[comelyhonour]

Beauty caught the flash of something dark in Adah's eyes, and found herself poised on the edge of an apology before common sense took over and pushed her to move forward instead, so that the other girl could choose her apple from the pair.

"I hope I didn't surprise you," she said, the apology too insistent to be done away with entirely. "Sometimes when I read or sit by the window, I get lost in my thoughts and don't realize when other people are around." It was, in a way, also something of a test, to see if Adah was amenable to conversation, or preferred to return to her quiet world.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah took the smaller apple, the one with the slight bulging on its side. Her fingers wrapped around it a little tighter than she needed to, drawing it in and tucking it against her chest, hand twisted, wrist bend. She'd get to eating it in a moment; she was scanning the spines of Honour's books for a quick moment before lifting her dark eyes back up to her roommate. She gave a light shake of her head to assure Honour that she had not been disturbed (no more so than she'd been throughout the day), and then unwound her hand to take a bit of the apple. The knife laid unused, unuseful to her, on her bed beside the notebook.