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She had a roommate now! Which was pretty awesome, although Wicked had unpacked in a hurry so there was room for her new roommate and stuff. For now, she left her spirit friends tucked away. Because it was probably going to be weird enough to be rooming with the girl who summon ghosts without coming face to face with a few of them right off the bat.

Wicked really, really hoped her new roommate was nice. And didn't mind the ghosts. Or all of her macabre themed stuff. Since she was stuck with the death motif because of her powers, Wicked had decided to just run with it. So everything she owned was black or dark colors, and had skulls, skeletons or ghosts on it. They were mostly cartoony and cute, but it could probably be weird for anyone else.

Who: Vanessa and Wicked
When: 3/14, late afternoon
Where: Dorms
What: Random stuffs?

( Boredom is not healthy. )

Anna had a surprisingly small amount of work to do that weekend. She'd finished all of her actual homework on Saturday, and aside from some studying, she didn't have a whole lot else to do before class on Monday. She had been close to going to look for someone to bug, probably Piotr or Clint, but then she'd spotted a hello type post from a new kid and decided to introduce herself. The girl was in high school, but Anna really didn't have anything better to do, so she'd decided to go meet her. Her powers were definitely something that Anna wanted to check out, partially because of a morbid curiosity about how they worked.

They were supposedly ghosts, and even though Anna wasn't really sure she believed in anything like that, she knew for a fact that certain parts of people could be present even when people themselves weren't physically there. It was possible. She stood outside of Pierce hall, ignoring the majority of the students who passed her but keeping an eye out for someone she didn't recognize. It was a huge campus, and there were a ton of kids she didn't know, but hopefully the girl who called herself Wicked would find her instead of making resort to talking to random children.

Wicked had opted for meeting Hope outside the cafeteria. It was just easier and she already knew where it was. She wasn't exactly sure who she was looking for, but she had summoned a couple of spirits just to make herself easier to identify. They were milling around kind of agitated like, because she was excited. Hope's reaction was totally positive and fairly unique. And she was curious herself.

Dressed for the cold (and man was it cold out), in a heavy black wool swing coat, a black wool knit cap with skulls on it and matching mittens, Wicked sort of danced into place as she waited. She'd grown up mostly in tropical or near tropical climates. Eastern winters were another thing she was going to have to get used to.