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Room 511, Late Wednesday Night

It could be worse. She could be soliloquizing in a bra and Target off the rack underwear.

Text: Dear Mom, sorry I haven’t written much, but I’ve been kind of busy baking cookies and wearing spandex and kissing the person I love most in the world and then having sex with my boyfriend. I think I love him too. Not that I’m sure what that means. Oh, and then kissing the boy my boyfriend Likes. I don’t know what that means either, except we kept saying “confusing” a lot, and then not saying anything at all. But it was all some kind of spell and nothing’s weird between any of us now, so everything’s ok, right? Right. But now He’s gone off with Him to the future, to help a girl bury her father, and I ..... packed them sack lunches, like it was a field trip to the air and space museum. And She’s all of six rooms down the hall but I’m not there talking to her about how thoroughly uncomplicated my life is, even though nothing’s weird at all between us and everything’s ok, right? Right. So, you know, I had some free time to write. Hug Benjamin for me when he comes home to do laundry and tell Dad not to work so ~~late~~ hard.

Love, Francine

Exhibit F: Unsent Letter #459

[Estaaaaaaaaablishy, but open for the roomie or the Tweetybird, if so desired!]

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It's not psychic to drop by when someone's in a weird mood, if you just owe someone cookies.

*knock knock knock*

[ooc: too dazzled by the graphic brilliance not to drop her in, omg.]

Edited 2009-06-18 04:32 (UTC)

"Come in," Francine called, chalking up yet another death by vampire that wasn't there. She really did have a letter to her mother open in front of her, even if not a single word of what she'd actually been thinking had made it to the page.

[OOC: Blame Terry zomg. All I did was rearrange text for an hour.]

"Hi hi!" Dinah bounced in, tin of melt-in-your-mouth sugar cookies in hand. "So. It's been too long. But I wanted to see how you were doing. How things were going." Not ask for details. No! But. Vague outlines would've been good?

Francine blinked at her a bit, her own bounce-level a leeeetle lower tonight. "Okay, I guess? No classes today, so I got to--" Mope around in my room feeling unsettled. "--veg out."

Dinah put the cookie tin down, like a sacrificial offering, with due reverance and care. "I have cookies from Alfred. To be eaten to celebrate or commiserate." She grinned and reached in for one of her own. "You?"

"Good question." Francine gave a bit of a shrug as she reached for a cookie, but not so shruggy that people would think she was shrugging at cookies and thus crazy. "Weird week is weird."

"Weird how? I've just been enjoying being in control of myself and lots and lots of running so far." Dinah let one cookie melt on her tongue and mmm'd. "And getting kissed by lots of people because of hormones, and one person without having it be hormones."

"Whoa-ho there!" Francine perked up a bit. Though some of that was at the chance to shift the focus off her, the rest was pure gossippy interest. "No-hormone kissing? What is this you speak of?"

"Maybe it still counts, though." Dinah grinned, only turning pink around the edges of her ears and cheeks. "I kissed Zayne in the salle! 'Cause he said I put so much effort into it. Um. I drew 'kiss me' on him when we were all aphrodisiac'd and he was sleeping in the Common Room."

Francine burst into laughter at that. "As hormone things go, that one's not bad."

"It's really not," Dinah said, looking gleeful. "Zayne's a sweetie. Sooo, how about you? Things still... moving along?"

Avoid, avoid, avoid... "Heeeey, are you collecting boys with Z-names now? What's happening with Zack?"

Dinah gave her a Look for that. Hunh. Why the deflecting?

"Still cookie and ice cream buddies. In just a food way. I'm good with that, he's really sweet and fun, and if something happens in a long time, I think it would be nice. But right now, buds is good." She paused, momentarily diverted. "I should get a boy named Zed. Or Zevon. Or Zeno." She pointed at Francine. "You're Avoiding."

"Zordon?" Francine suggested. She'd been reading the plaques in the faculty office hall, yes. "I'm not avoiding. I'm just.... mfh. Hormones got complicated."

"Zordon? Sound like high prince of Zantar or something." Dinah grinned, then looked worried. "Oh dear. Again? Ack." She offered another cookie. "Tell? Or not tell? Or eat cookies."

Edited 2009-06-19 02:54 (UTC)

"Eat cookies good." Francine nibbled at the edge of hers, then snorted. "English speaking for yay." She gave a half-shrug, eventually. "Things are okay, I guess. Nobody's not talking to each other or anything."

"This is good," Dinah offered, nibbling on her own cookie. "Are things weird, though? Like last-time-weird?" She paused, and said, "Priestly kissed me, during that week. Things are good now."

~~At least until he turns into a lizard.~~

"A little like last time, yeah." If by a little you meant 'exactly' and 'not remotely' at the same time.

"Things are good." Some of it was good. "Just... confusing." Which yes, was another word for weird, but she was tired of saying weird; it only ever got her looks from Katchoo that she couldn't read or Arthur acting like no such word existed in the English language.

Edited 2009-06-19 03:47 (UTC)

"Did Merlin really turn someone into a mouse?" Dinah wondered. "I asked him to turn me into a kitten and he wouldn't. And, why did Radio say you made out with Arthur?" She pfftt'd that. Then paused. "Um. Right?"

Francine examined her cookie for cracks and imperfections. "Merlin turned somebody into a mouse? Really?" Mmm, non-answers. Plus, no really, a mouse? She'd somehow missed that piece of insanity among all the others.

"He didn't deny it." Dinah gave Francine a suspicious look, then sighed. "So, was it more castles this time?" she asked, rueful. "No, never mind. Pretty sure I don't wanna know after all. It's Arthur."

Francine did have to snort at that. "No, no castles." She shook her head. "Radio made way more out of it than it was." Maybe. Probably.

"I figured." Dinah grinned, and took another bite of cookie, then remembered something she'd meant to tell Francine, as someone who would Get It. "He offered to 'talk' with Leto for me, if he was, um, how did he put it? Making me uncomfortable?"

Francine frowned, momentarily setting aside the Arthur is kind of adorable yes issue for the more important one. "Is he?"

"Not... any more," Dinah said slowly, because what she could never say to Tony, maybe needed to be said to someone, and Francine was a pretty good choice there, knowing about The Book and Dinah's level of flail and fail. "I dunno, I'm no good at this, you know that. But he was being all intimate, and subtle, and just-- I'm glad I made that rule? About no touching at all. Because." She bit into another cookie, and swallowed. "He doesn't get stuff. About love. Or getting feelings hurt or embarrassed about sex. He's not a bad guy. He just... doesn't get it." She sighed. "I'm not saying it right."

"No, you're saying it just fine." It just didn't sound just fine. What's that you say, completely different standards for how boys needed to behave when her friends were involved? Especially more than one friend, in Leto's case. "He shouldn't push, though. He might not get why, but he'd better get 'no.' "

"He gets 'no.'" Dinah nodded hard. "I just... end up feeling stupid, when I can't explain why completely. When he asks if me wanting love is about the telepathy, or why I want something more than just sex." She was quiet a minute, then said, "Maybe I wish I were braver. Not just about Leto. About any guy." She shrugged, and took another cookie. "But. He's kissing Fiona now. And maybe bugging Triela. I keeping thinking I was smart to say no, even if it was chicken."

Edited 2009-06-19 05:14 (UTC)

"It's not chicken. Sharing things is hard. Sharing a person..." Ouch. "Sharing a person who doesn't even get why you'd want love?" Francine shook her head.

Dinah had a sudden stomach-dropping feeling of relief at Francine's take on it. "Yes. Like that." And there were no words for that, except that it *was* hard, and too much, and reasons didn't enter into it. Just the feeling of unh-uh. "You get another two cookies for that. Thank you."

Francine grinned, but only reached for one of the cookies. "Humans is strange," she said, and this time she was intentionally quoting Firekeeper, instead of accidentally borrowing her speech patterns.

"Very very strange," Dinah had to agree, breaking her cookie in half, and licking the sugar off the top. She gave Francine a considering look. "You think maybe the confusing will fade? In a while? With cookies?"

"...Maybe?" Francine answered ~~naively~~ hopefully. "It has to, right?"

"It faded last time, right? After that thing at Beltane?" Dinah frowned. "If nobody's mad, and everyone's talking," and she knew that 'everyone' had to be Francine, Arthur, and Merlin, but couldn't bring herself to ask if Katina had gotten dragged into this again. "Then the surrealhas to fade with what's real. Right?"

"Right. Exactly." Sort of. Maybe.

"Are you okay?" Dinah asked. "'Cause last time, there was much flailing. And there isn't this time." But still. There was confusion, and that was never fun. Especially when... "I mean. The stuff with Merlin. That's good? Yes? I mean. You were all happy, before."

You can't exactly call them colors not found in nature, since Francine didn't paint them on her cheeks, but... "That part's good. ...Really good."

"Awwwwwww." Dinah turned pink in response, and smiled at Francine. "Yay." Vicarious relief and joy and gladness there. And only one small question to ask. "Was it-- was it difficult? Did it hurt much?"

She'd facepillow but it would just get her a face full of cookie crumbs and after last Friday, that wouldn't help with the blushing at all. Besides, Francine had to admit that she'd be asking the same thing, just with more stumbling, if the situations were reversed.

She just...wished it could be Katchoo she told these things to. Maybe not only, but first. At all. Something. "A bit? But not for very long. The hormones kind of helped, there."

"Hunh." One more worry put to rest, and Dinah sighed, taking one last cookie. "Thanks. I won't ask about anything else. But I really needed to know that one." She smileda little wickedly. "I'm glad, though. Didn't need the book, did you?"

"I think Merlin may be using the book as protection from the dust-kangaroos under his bed." Francine snorted, then added before thinking properly, "Somehow I don't think they included a chapter on warning your partner about glow in the dark condoms before he shorts the lights out with his brain."

Edited 2009-06-19 11:10 (UTC)

"FRANCINE!"

Dinah stared in horror, then cracked up at the sudden mental image, and, "Oh... my... god... The lights? And then....?" Yeah, she'd be a while coming back from that one, judging by the way she fell over laughing.

"Shh. You never heard that." Though it occurred to her that given Dinah's powers, it might be more favor than gossip if she added, "...You also never heard that the furniture moved."

Dinah was still giggling for a bit when she thought of that, too, then her giggles trailed off into an expression of uh-oh. "Furniture... moved?" She paused, then facepalmed. "Oh god."

"It might have just been the hormone thing," Francine offered in an attempt to comfort her if she needed it. "That didn't happen when we, um. The next time."

"That's good," Dinah said. Hopefully. Except now she's remembering how stuff used to move when she got mad, and wasn't paying attention, and... "Maybe the first time I do this should be somewhere with very little furniture. Just in case." She paused. "Second time?"

Francine studied her crumb-covered fingers. "Turns out we don't need crazy magic hormones ~~or extreme denial~~ either. Who knew?"

"Cookie!" Dinah said gleefully, pushing aside thoughts of sex-induced TK for now, since it so wasn't an issue at the moment. "Yaaay!"

How could things be confused if things were going so well?

And the gods said Ahahahahahahahahaha.

"Yay," Francine agreed, though not at Dinah-level bounce.

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