Room 512, Monday Morning

[findingelena]

Okay, waking up on Monday with her usual blonde hair and normal memories made it very clear to Elena that this weekend had been ... some sort of amusement this island had been putting across

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[turk_mailman]

Elena's phone? It was ringing.

What a novel concept.

[findingelena]

That? That was the boss's ringtone.

If Elena stared at her phone hard enough, maybe it would turn into a radish.

... It did not seem to be working.

Luckily, if you stared at a phone long enough, it stopped ringing. It was a magical, rare event known as "voicemail picking up."

[turk_mailman]

The message left on her voicemail, should Elena choose to listen to it later?

"You do realize that I'm going to just call you back."

And lo, he was!

[findingelena]

She should have expected that. Well, to be honest, she had expected that. She would have been more surprised by him not calling back.

She took a moment to stick her tongue out at her phone, giggle, and then answer it, as nonchalantly as she could manage.

"Hello?"

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela was doing pretty much everything she could to avoid thinking about the weekend. And she needed to stop by and talk to Elena anyway. Those two together coincided quite nicely, actually.

So after her early-morning run, before she even bothered changing, she swung by and knocked on the doorframe. "Hey, got a minute?"

[findingelena]

"Sure," Elena said, folding her laptop and nodding. "I didn't hit on you, did I? While I was a brunette? I tried to pick a few girls up at the bar, but I'm not sure who everyone was."

[sorella_vecchia]

"Um... no." Triela shook her head quickly. "I wasn't here over the weekend." Yeah. That would have been more convincing if she hadn't looked so shifty.

"Anyway," Triela rushed on quickly, feeling that even an obvious subject change was better than risking discussion of what she'd actually spent the weekend doing, "I just wanted to check in about club stuff. Everything going okay? No one giving you any trouble?"

[findingelena]

"It's fine," Elena laughed, noticing the shifty glance but politely letting it drop. Her alternate self hadn't been nearly so embarrassing as some others had.

"Actually, Captain Algren had to boot someone last week -- he wasn't being careful with where he pointed his weapon. And I've been meaning to ask if you have topic ideas. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with the club, other than show up and shoot things."

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock's attempts to meditate had failed, and at this point he was pretty much just letting the kitten have its wicked, pointy way with his sock. "Good morning," he said with his usual lack of intonation. "I seem to have spent the weekend as an aged version of myself."

[findingelena]

"Good morning," Elena said, nodding to him. "I was a college student. Some kind of self-empowered lesbian activist. I suppose Fandom's amusing itself again."

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock glanced over at her and said, perhaps just a touch more dryly than usual, "I noticed. Smoking is a serious health risk, you know."

[findingelena]

"It is," Elena said, the sparkle in her eyes belying the serious face she was attempting to hold. "I should really cut down, before I seriously damage my lungs."