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Boot Camp Barracks, Landfall, Sunday Evening
When Alana had gone back to Landfall, she'd managed to beg her way into a spot at community college. It had been less than a success, and living with her dad wasn't making things any better. When she gave up on school for good and joined the army, it felt both inevitable and like the best of a lousy set of choices ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Friday Morning
Alana had a long day of travel ahead of her: Rickshaw to the causeway, cab to BWI, Portalocity to Robot Kingdom, then a shuttle to Landfall and another cab to her dad's house. At home, she was registered for a couple community college classes, but she pretty much figured they'd be a way to mark time until got drafted. That was how things usually ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Sunday Morning
Alana had a kid this weekend, and the kid was weird. For one thing, she wouldn't take off this stupid baseball cap -- which was extra-weird for a kid who came from a planet without baseball. She'd even fallen asleep with one hand holding it tight to her head so it wouldn't come off ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Monday Morning
Alana didn't have a roommate, so letting the room get messy wasn't really a problem. But when she tripped on a stack of magazines and noticed that more of her floor was covered by clothes, books and random junk than was actually floor, she decided it was time for some spring cleaning. So she put on a reggae CD and got to work ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Monday Morning
It was an excellent day for a lazy morning in bed. Alana lounged on top of her blanket, novel in one hand and bowl of dry cereal at her fingertips ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Thursday Afternoon
The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.
So you been to school ( Read more... ) -
A Secondary Sim within the Matrix, Thursday
The way Alana saw it, the fight she'd gotten into wasn't really her fault. She'd been minding her own business in whatever creepy 1950s sitcom world she'd woken up in the day before. (Okay, so maaaaybe she'd tried to climb a tower, but could you blame her? They were right there ( Read more... ) -
Book Haven, Tuesday, June 10
Alana was bored. So, so, so bored. So bored she was opening an atlas at random and then using the store's travel guides to try to imagine a vacation wherever her fingers landed. That had worked well for northern California and South Korea, but she was a little stumped at what to do when the book fell open to Antarctica. Maybe she'd pretend that she ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Sunday Evening
Alana spent her wild Sunday night rearranging her room, upbeat '90 dance music playing as she did. After a few days spent feeling thoroughly bummed about Celia's departure, she had decided to try to salvage a bright side and take advantage of her new single by spreading out her stuff. She pushed the now-spare dresser and nightstand into the back of ( Read more... ) -
Room 302, Tuesday Morning.
Alana had been rereading the letter on Landfall government letterhead all morning, but she gave it another look just in case the words had changed.
They hadn't.
Citizen Alana bat Rustik, it read Congratulations on the recent completion of your penultimate year of secondary education. Our records show you have not yet either entered the college ( Read more... )