Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong]

Effy, being the discerning sort, had avoided getting caught up in the freak storm of mis-communication yesterday. She didn't talk enough to bother leaving people hundreds of messages, and that had really worked in her favour. The message she'd been left yesterday got to stay on her voicemail. It amused her

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[give_areason]

While Rosalind was aware of the person Alex was--with--she had never bothered, or truly, seen the need to go out of her way to track her down.

Yesterday's message however...

"Effy, right?" Rosalind leaned in the doorway, head-to-toe immaculately dressed in her usual suit and looking mildly bemused.

[give_areason]

"Neither did I," she admitted. "I refused to dignify my messages with a response."

Because, really, what had she been going to say about Alex?

"Knowing the phones were messed up--that makes a bit more sense, but... I don't think I'd call anyone to say something like that in any case."

Because Rosalind was... a prude.

[pastmewrong]

"Thought you were a fan of coherent discourse," Effy pointed out looking a little amused at the emphasis in her response. "So, if you wanted it, you wouldn't just ask?"

This girl? Not a prude. In any way.

[give_areason]

Rosalind stared at her.

"I've never wanted it."

[pastmewrong]

"... The furniture breaking or the sex?" The destruction, she could kind of understand. Might not be everyone's cup of tea. Not wanting sex on the other hand... that was bizarre to her.

[give_areason]

"The sex," she said, with a sidelong glance.

[pastmewrong]

"Should really try it sometime," she advised, slouching back with a smirk. "Might find letting loose a bit of fun."

Rosalind was striking her as rather... tighty strung.