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introduction to being a college student
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
Bella packs light. (She can conjure whatever she wants, mooch off Alice for anything she wants to buy. She's wearing her riding gear and riding Tegu and only has a few other favorite-things she'd like to retain in their original forms. The black dress is one of them.) Her swag goes in saddlebags and she goes to Stanford.
It's a road trip; she wants to be able to account for her time, and besides, she likes her motorcycle. She checks into crappy little motels and once spends four minutes watching someone try and fail to disassemble her bike, from her window. (The fellow gives up eventually. Tegu does not want to come apart or move.)
At Stanford, she is there before her new roommate, who is reportedly named "Janine". Bella unpacks, and since no one's there yet, she wishes up some decorations too. She introduces herself to the RA, Maureen, and then loiters in the hall lounge, waiting for more people to meet.
It's a road trip; she wants to be able to account for her time, and besides, she likes her motorcycle. She checks into crappy little motels and once spends four minutes watching someone try and fail to disassemble her bike, from her window. (The fellow gives up eventually. Tegu does not want to come apart or move.)
At Stanford, she is there before her new roommate, who is reportedly named "Janine". Bella unpacks, and since no one's there yet, she wishes up some decorations too. She introduces herself to the RA, Maureen, and then loiters in the hall lounge, waiting for more people to meet.
Alice
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Meanwhile, Alice is combing the area invisibly, looking for a good place to put his magic door. Preferably near Bella's building; ideally in Bella's building.
[Ooh,] he says musingly over brainphone. [How about the bottom of the stairs?]
Not that many people take the stairs in a building with elevators anyway, and the ones who do probably don't head down to the basement that often. The space under the last turn of the stairs is plenty wide enough for a magic door; hell, it's wide enough for two.
[Ooh,] he says musingly over brainphone. [How about the bottom of the stairs?]
Not that many people take the stairs in a building with elevators anyway, and the ones who do probably don't head down to the basement that often. The space under the last turn of the stairs is plenty wide enough for a magic door; hell, it's wide enough for two.
Alice
edgeofyourseat
[Yeah, that's the idea!]
He pulls up his memory of the lair in Forks and chooses a section of wall there - in the main room, beside the door to the bedroom. He decides that the magic door will exist only for himself and Bella; nothing else will pass through it unless by specific exception. He decides that from either side, they (and only they) will be able to see through the magic door as though the relevant bits of wall were almost transparent, with just enough wall left to serve as a visual reminder that it is a wall to most people. He decides that they will be able to bring stuff through the door, including people, but only exactly who and what they intend to bring when they walk through it.
[Double-check me?] he requests.
He pulls up his memory of the lair in Forks and chooses a section of wall there - in the main room, beside the door to the bedroom. He decides that the magic door will exist only for himself and Bella; nothing else will pass through it unless by specific exception. He decides that from either side, they (and only they) will be able to see through the magic door as though the relevant bits of wall were almost transparent, with just enough wall left to serve as a visual reminder that it is a wall to most people. He decides that they will be able to bring stuff through the door, including people, but only exactly who and what they intend to bring when they walk through it.
[Double-check me?] he requests.
Alice
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[Dunno,] he says. [Go back out your door and fly around, maybe. Get to know the place.]
In the meantime, though—ah, there's his house. He drifts in the open back door and zips down to the basement. Halfway there he realizes that he could have just made the door from the other side, but what the hell, this way's more fun.
In the meantime, though—ah, there's his house. He drifts in the open back door and zips down to the basement. Halfway there he realizes that he could have just made the door from the other side, but what the hell, this way's more fun.
Alice
edgeofyourseat
He laughs.
[Okay, then yes, you do.]
And he flies out of the house, un-invisibles, walks back up to the door, and sticks his head through it.
"Why's the door open?"
"Aren't you halfway across the country or something?" inquires Hilary.
He laughs, gesturing down at himself to indicate his obvious presence. "Do I have to answer that?"
"Yes."
"Got bored, came back. Why's the door open?"
"Because I felt like it. And if you're so bored, you can help me bake cookies."
[Okay, then yes, you do.]
And he flies out of the house, un-invisibles, walks back up to the door, and sticks his head through it.
"Why's the door open?"
"Aren't you halfway across the country or something?" inquires Hilary.
He laughs, gesturing down at himself to indicate his obvious presence. "Do I have to answer that?"
"Yes."
"Got bored, came back. Why's the door open?"
"Because I felt like it. And if you're so bored, you can help me bake cookies."
Alice
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Alice helps Hilary bake cookies. See, things like this are why it's sometimes more fun to do stuff the long way around.
A short, nervous-looking girl with long blonde hair shuffles past the lounge door, dragging an absurd quantity of luggage—four duffel bags and two enormous plastic packages of what appear to be styrofoam packing peanuts, all tied together with bungee cords and stacked precariously atop a comparatively tiny suitcase.
A short, nervous-looking girl with long blonde hair shuffles past the lounge door, dragging an absurd quantity of luggage—four duffel bags and two enormous plastic packages of what appear to be styrofoam packing peanuts, all tied together with bungee cords and stacked precariously atop a comparatively tiny suitcase.
Alice
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"Beanbag chair!" says Janine. "You must be my roommate! Are you my roommate? Hello, my roommate!"
The packing peanuts come loose easily, as do the top two duffel bags, leaving Bella with about two-thirds of the volume and Janine with about two-thirds of the weight of the whole ensemble. She trails Bella down the hall.
The packing peanuts come loose easily, as do the top two duffel bags, leaving Bella with about two-thirds of the volume and Janine with about two-thirds of the weight of the whole ensemble. She trails Bella down the hall.
Alice
edgeofyourseat
"The size of the packaging may be deceptive," Janine allows. "Or we may be in for a very interesting logistical challenge."
She pulls the suitcase up to the unclaimed bed and leans it against the mattress. It teeters. She tugs it out, swivels it around, and leans it the other way. Then she dives into one of the duffel bags on the floor and produces a flat rectangular package containing, if you believe the label, the folded shell of a beanbag chair. Which she proceeds to rip out of its packaging and shake out and pore over in search of a zipper.
"...Would you like to help?" she asks after a moment.
She pulls the suitcase up to the unclaimed bed and leans it against the mattress. It teeters. She tugs it out, swivels it around, and leans it the other way. Then she dives into one of the duffel bags on the floor and produces a flat rectangular package containing, if you believe the label, the folded shell of a beanbag chair. Which she proceeds to rip out of its packaging and shake out and pore over in search of a zipper.
"...Would you like to help?" she asks after a moment.
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
Bella may or may not triangle for luck on the success of this project once it becomes clear that its tidiness is not a foregone conclusion. She doesn't want to pick peanuts out of her hair for weeks.
"If you grab those last couple, we can zip it up," she says, still hanging onto the open chair, when the second bag is empty.
"If you grab those last couple, we can zip it up," she says, still hanging onto the open chair, when the second bag is empty.
Alice
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[Cool,] Alice says cheerfully, swinging his feet where he perches on the kitchen counter. The word is just a word. It does not have any inherent effect on what passes between them. He doesn't mind her using it and he wouldn't mind her not.
"That is cool," says Janine. "Yes, I will use some of your closet space if necessary, thank you. Would you like to have the inaugural sit on the beanbag chair?"
"That is cool," says Janine. "Yes, I will use some of your closet space if necessary, thank you. Would you like to have the inaugural sit on the beanbag chair?"
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
"We don't seem to have bookshelves here, but I bet someone has a box they're not going to use any more that we could stand on its side and use for one," Bella says. "I'll go look. If I can't find one you could also use the legs of your bed as bookends."
And she heads out and starts poking her head into open doors, seeking boxen. Eventually she gets ahold of a long, short box that will suit and also fit under the bed, and returns with it, tucking the flaps inside the box for sturdiness. "Where's the books?" she asks.
And she heads out and starts poking her head into open doors, seeking boxen. Eventually she gets ahold of a long, short box that will suit and also fit under the bed, and returns with it, tucking the flaps inside the box for sturdiness. "Where's the books?" she asks.
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
Bella considers this.
"You're not far wrong, except in the literal sense," she concludes.
[My roommate imagines you with pointy ears and sparkly butterfly wings, making mischief and pollinating flowers,] she informs Alice. [I told her that except literally speaking she wasn't far off.]
"You're not far wrong, except in the literal sense," she concludes.
[My roommate imagines you with pointy ears and sparkly butterfly wings, making mischief and pollinating flowers,] she informs Alice. [I told her that except literally speaking she wasn't far off.]
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
Bella gets up off her bed. "I'll see if anyone else wants to join the expedition."
Ultimately a total of five girls from the hall make for the building and arrive slightly early, but not early enough to be very first in line. Bella feels that this is the correct amount of early.
Ultimately a total of five girls from the hall make for the building and arrive slightly early, but not early enough to be very first in line. Bella feels that this is the correct amount of early.
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
"If you mean you don't want to be deluged in orders, the solution to that is called 'raising your prices until you have the amount of business you want'," Bella says. "If you mean you want to refuse to make dresses for certain individuals you take a random dislike to, that will piss people off and I will care a little."
Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella"
self_composed
"I know you don't, but there's that 'deluge of orders' problem - there are more than enough people here to keep you working twenty-four hours a day if you charge only what you spend on materials." [What you spend on materials. And we don't want anyone wondering where you get such cheap fabric or how you can make so many clothes as a one-person operation.] "How does a round hundred sound?"