careful what you wish for. (fulfills) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-03-31 17:29:00 |
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When was Libby not over it, was the question of late. Although she was familiar with living away from home, sharing a room and being stuck on a campus with the same people day in and day out from her boarding school adventures, there was something about restarting the pattern all over again at a new location that had made the transition slightly more difficult to bear. Perhaps it was the whole having a teammate die only two weeks after she'd bloody well met her. Things like that didn't happen in New Zealand. Her old stomping grounds had been different. She'd grown up with the same people over a stretch of several years, seen through the most awkward parts of puberty with them, known them in a way she couldn't possibly begin to know anyone at IVI. Not even the people she was close to. Maybe that's what made her seek out Leona. Even if she didn't know her as well as she might have liked, she at least knew the girl would sound like home in a way barely anyone else did. "Hey," she greeted, stopping at the older girl's room. "Busy?" Leona often forgot that Libby was in fact younger than her. The other girl seemed poised in comparison to the rest of the under-18s, more mature than the majority of Leona’s own teammates. Well, not that Loon set an exceptionally high bar where that was concerned. She broke away from her latest revenge fantasy of chasing Jonas around the training room as a black mamba at Libby’s hail. “Not especially,” she said with a smile. “Want to come in? I was watching a David Attenborough documentary earlier, but I just wasn’t taking it in.” "Oh cool, I like his documentaries." Libby crossed the threshold and nabbed the spare chair in the room, since Leona and Jade seemed to have opted for the bunk-bed position and she didn't feel like sitting underneath a wooden frame. The eyes of Fili and Kili watched her as she sat beside the poster. It was slightly unnerving, but she knew better than to mention it. "How are you?" “You know, like everyone else here, there are ten gazillion things I could get upset about. But I have decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and to enjoy my holiday from at least one of the Looney Tunes on my team while it lasts,” said Leona with cheerful determination. “Though the majority of us are all right, really. We just don’t have t-shirts. Anyway.” She clapped her hands together and re-opened her laptop. “David Attenborough. I was watching Frozen Planet - I might ask Slade if I can train in the pool and give belugas a shot – but I feel like just chucking in the towel and watching some silly 90’s romantic comedy.” "Which rom coms were from the 90's?" Libby queried. Having had only been born halfway through the decade, she wasn't all that familiar with anything from the 90s other than the fact that she was pretty sure most of it featured terrible hairstyles and shoulder pads. Or was that earlier? "Is that, like, Clueless?" “I had this one babysitter who used to watch While You Were Sleeping incessantly,” Leona said. “That’s the one which was a breakthrough role for Sandra Bullock and she works in the ticket office of a station and meets the man of her dreams and ends up marrying his brother and so on. And of course she has cats and her life is going nowhere beforehand. And then there’s pretty much everything Meg Ryan was in – well, at least until she cheated on her husband with Russell Crowe. Who is a New Zealander, of course,” she added. "Of course," Libby agreed with a smile as she settled into her chair. "So which is your favourite?" “Maybe Clueless?” Leona scrunched up her nose. “I mean, Clueless is silly but it doesn’t take itself seriously. The ones that try to be realistic and don’t quite pull it off are so funny. Like in While You Were Sleeping, she meets this guy who is like a total dreamboat and his family are meant to be millionaires, but he takes the subway to work every day. He takes the subway to work every day. In Chicago. I mean, wouldn’t you drive if you were a millionaire?” "Probably. But harder to meet a random cat lady so you can fall in love if you drive to work," Libby pointed out, amused. "Better a plot hole than no plot at all?" “I guess that’s true,” Leona said. “It’s too bad this movie wasn’t made in the age of cyberspace and online dating – he could have driven his nice car to work and still met women. And his brother ends up stealing this one anyway.” She straightened up, flicking one of her ever-present curls over her shoulder. “What’s that program you and Rashida watch together? The talking German crime-solving dog? It must be an exceptionally evolved shapeshifter – I can only bark as a dog.” "Inspector Rex. But he doesn't talk, just happens to apprehend criminals and find clues and shit like that." She didn't really know why she liked it, it sounded like a stupid show even when she tried to put a spin on it. German Shepards weren't even cute! "Do you think you could ever talk when you shape-shift?" “Does it have subtitles? I could probably get the gist of it if I watched it, but subtitles would be easier.” She knew that it was a reflection of her own fluency rather than truly accurate, but the few times she had attempted a conversation with a native speaker, it seemed like Germans spoke so fast. “I don’t think so, no,” she said in response to Libby’s question. “It’s probably something to do with the vocal chords and the tongue and the way the animal is wired, something physical I wouldn’t be able to change. I would like to be able to eventually keep my clothing while I do it,” she added, somewhat wistfully. "Yeah, it has subtitles. Sometimes I like watching shows without though, so I can guess what's happening for the fun of it." Or on mute with Callum so they could make up their own story together. Well. When he had time for her, that was. "Anyway, keeping your clothes would be nice. I'd like to overcome narcolepsy myself." “Okay, maybe we can watch something dumb and make fun of it. What do they call that? MSTing?” One of Leona’s floor buddies at Saint Paul’s had been an internet famous fanfiction critic. “And then Inspector Rex if we’re still awake for that.” This, oddly, sounded like it was right up Libby's alley. "You're on. Let's do it." |