Room 304, Monday Night

[chasingangela]

After dinner in the common room, Angela came back to her room and flopped onto bed. Meeting Luke had been ... kind of odd, especially after her conversation with Rory a few days before. At least Alanna understood how much the whole thing sucked, and no one seemed to hold the whole gremlin thing against her.

She'd met the new librarian, too, who seemed very cool. And Cross-Species Communication was interesting.

She scratched a sleepy Min with one hand and stared into space, leaving her dorm room door open so she could see any action.

[OOC: Open.]

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[chasingangela]

"And Rory thought he was all misunderstood," Angela said, stomach turning sickly.

She put her head on his shoulder. "We're either paranoid or doomed."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty slipped his arms around Angela's waist and held her close and said nothing for a very long time.

"For now? I'm just going to go with paranoid and hope for the best," he said finally and without much conviction.

[chasingangela]

"Yay paranoia," Angela said, without enthusiasm.

But the holding close was nice. "We haven't met him yet," she reminded Marty. "We're hearing this all thirdhand. Could be wrong."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I hope so," Marty kissing the top of Angela's head. "I'm not really up for a repeat of last year. What teacher is this?"

[chasingangela]

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