chasingangela | Wednesday Afternoon, Room 304

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Wednesday Afternoon, Room 304

After a morning spent scraping gook out of the mini-fridge in the assistant's lounge, all Angela wants is a nice, hot shower. That, and possibly some time in a decontamination ward.

There isn't a decontamination ward on the floor, so she settles for the shower. Unfortunately, after she steps out of the shower, she's confronted by the pile of stuff she got at IKEA.

The bedspread is easy enough to put on the bed; so are the lamp and the new posters. But the bookshelf and the chair?

She hopes someone will help her put them together before she breaks either the furniture or herself.

[OOC: Her door is open. Come bug her.]

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Anders, who ended up sleeping in much later than usual today ~~because oh my god, the mun got eaten by the room assignment post~~, comes by and knocks on Angela's door with a small bag of candy in hand after getting her voicemail.

"Hey, Chase? You in?"

"Yep," Angela calls, from where she's putting books onto her assembled shelves. "Is that Anders? Come in."

Anders opens the door, takes a cautious peek, then lets himself all the way in. "How was the trip? Not too soggy, I hope?"

He waves the bag of candy at her. "Thought you might like some -- uh, there's a couple chocolate bars, and some lollipops and stuff. I went a little crazy at Wonka's the other day. There was a huge sale."

"Nope, it didn't rain too much," Angela says, peering in the bag. "And yay, candy!" She gives Anders a quick hug.

"So what do you think of the new stuff? Um, did you ever see my room before? I can't remember."

Anders grins and hugs Angela back. "Got waaaaaaaaaaaay too much candy. Thinking I might just take a bunch of it down to the common room and leave it there for the new kids. Everything was half off and I just figured, why not get twice as much as I thought I was gonna be paying for? But Cally thinks my teeth are gonna rot, so, I share it."

He looks around at the bookshelves, and the lamp. "Whoa. Funky. I like it," he says, nodding. "'cept no, I haven't seen your room before, so I can't really tell what it looked like before. Still, I like it. I'd love to get some stuff, but y'know Cally, she'd rather build it instead."

"Cally's probably right," Angela says. "But it would be a fun way to ruin them. And thanks, I like this too. And it totally counts as building it -- I put it togetehr and injured my thumb and everything.""

She unwraps a lime lolly and jams it into the corner of her mouth. Sucking on it, she reaches under her bed for a midsized shopping bag. "I wasn't sure what you would like, so I just got boring stuff," she says witha shrug, passing the bag to Anders.

It contains two pillows and a rug in the bag.

"Oh, you mean you gotta put it together yourself?" Anders looks thoughtful. "Maybe I'll mention that. She might be interested. Your thumb okay, though?" he asks, squinting at it.

Opening the bag, he nods happily. "This is perfect, yeah, thanks. Gotta keep it simple with me, y'know, 'cause I'm frak-all good at matching colors anyway. Um . . . I gave the money to Rory. She did get it to you, right?"

"The whole thing about that place is that it's cheap -- relatively -- so you have to put the stuff together. But my thumb's fine. Plus, being injured gave me an excuse to get Marty to help me," Angela says. "Rory did get me the money. There was about three bucks change, if you want it."

"And yeah, navy and that dark red will match anything."

"That makes sense, the putting things together thing," says Anders, nodding, though he doesn't really see how it makes sense. "Good to know the thumb's okay. Keep the change, though, and I still owe you something for getting this stuff for me."

"The candy's enough," Angela says. "I was going anyhow, and I like shopping."

"But you're welcome, seriously."

"Well, I really do appreciate it," Anders tells her seriously. "Now that Cally's all officially moved in with me and everything I kinda want the room to be at least a little nice, you know? And I'm still gonna find a way to make it up to you."

"You and Cally are living together? That's so cute. I don't think Marty and I are ready for that. Plus, Min and Camilla hate each other, so..."

Anders blinks. "You mean you didn't know? Huh. Thought everybody did. Yeah, we've sort of . . ." He blushes and scratches his nose a little bit, fidgeting.

"Well, I think ever since we got together, there's been maybe one night where she slept in her own room. Wasn't ever really a conscious thing, it just felt right. Plus, no fighting pets to complicate things, and I'm sorry 'bout that, by the way."

"I knew you two were together a lot, but nah, I didnt know it was official," Angela clarifies. "Fighting pets suck. But it's good we have our own space, too, so..." she shrugs. "Every relationship is different, y'know?"

"Yeah." Anders nods. "It's been official for about a month now, I think? Something like that. I worry that she's gonna get sick of me, sometimes, but at least we've got different stuff to do. Like that Viper up on the roof she's been tinkering with, and me down in the gym all the time. I dunno. It works for us, at least for now."

He rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Did I mention that I'm really glad we got you back? Other-you was nice enough and everything, but she wasn't the same."

"I heard old me was sort of sad and out of place. Which is weird, 'cause I feel so home here now, y'know?" Anglea smiles and looks at her shoes. "I'm glad she didn't end up stuck here."

"She was, yeah. I only saw her the once and I could tell. Hope she's happier now, back where she came from." Anders nods, and impulsively hugs Angela again. "I know what you mean, too. Feels like home for me too, here, with all of you guys, and Cally, and everything."

Angela hugs Anders back. "Yeah. It's freaky, but ... home. I'd even miss the stupid gremlins if I had to go home now, y'know?"

"Yeah. I definitely know what you mean." Anders nods and looks serious for a moment, but it's broken up when his stomach growls embarrassingly. "Aw, man. I should go get food. Cally's probably wondering where the hell I am by now."

Angela grins. "Yeah, go eat. I'll see you around later, okay?"

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