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Date & Time: Just after Raven's post.
Location: Unit 108.
Characters: Collette & Roslyn
Summary: The Sham Wow must be found.
Warnings: None, I think.

[ She hasn't bothered to look through Loki's things at all, whatever he had accumulated. If a new roommate was assigned presumably the Iniative officials would clean it out and take it away. She hadn't liked him or his sense of justice while he was here, or his tendency to loom, and she didn't care much what happened to his possessions.

But she had no qualms at all about letting Collette look through them and take whatever she liked. It was a beautiful day, anyways, so she left the door wide open and continued working in the common room. ]

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[whatsupcroc]

You know what the best space pen is? A pencil. My brother told me that once.

[ She closes that drawer, moving down to the next one. It was a weirdly thrilling event, looking through the things of a god of mischief.

Making mischief with the mischevious god's things. Hah! ]

Since the graphite doesn't need gravity to work right. Hey, if everyone doesn't like wall art, what about ceiling art?

[boughtabookstore]

I didn't know that.

[ It had never occurred to her as something to think about. And wait, where did that conversation leap come from. ]

I'm sorry?

[whatsupcroc]

Ceiling art! You know, like that chapel in Italy. With all the murals on the ceiling?

[ Moving on to the closet proper, Collette, tugs down something she doesn't even know how to name other than "is like a tshirt without being one." ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ Yeah, all you're getting out of Ros this time is a noise that might have been assent or might just have been an absent minded acknowledgement that you spoke.

Sorry, Collette, she's not really a talker. ]

[whatsupcroc]

[ Collette seems content with her explorations. Five minutes later, a loud ka-thump and whoosh are followed by an abbreviated OH N-- as Collette manages to bring the contents of Loki's closet raining down on her head. ]

I'm okay! Oh man this is a total mess --

[ Buried in clothing she won't be moving for a little, trying to collect what she can and torn between folding it up neatly or tossing it at his bed. Decisions! ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ That does get a slight glance up, and then Roslyn just sighs and keeps at her work. ]

Do be careful.

[ What is that girl even getting up to? ]

[whatsupcroc]

[ There's a small delay as she starts folding what fell and looking for somewhere to stack it all. ]

I am! Don't worry about a thing!

[ What was with this stuff?

It takes close to eighteen minutes before Collette reappears in the hall, an orange-yellow cloth triumphantly folded in her lap. ]

Got it! I've left most his clothes folded on his bed.

[boughtabookstore]

[ Roslyn looks up as she emerges, bland faced as ever, but there's a certain sardonic tilt to her eyebrow. ]

That was very polite of you.

[whatsupcroc]

I'd hate to leave a mess.

[ Her best innocent face on as she says so. ]

Thank you very much for letting me pilfer -- I mean, go through -- your former roommate's things!

[boughtabookstore]

[ Beat. ]

Of course. No problem.

[ Yeah, no, she doesn't feel like protesting that at all. ]

[whatsupcroc]

You're really cool about this.

[ Casual mention as she makes smooth progress to the door. ]

It's both weird and nice to see someone not getting upset over the things we can control in front of the ones we can't.

[ Collette gives Ros a wave. ]

Thanks again! I hope you have a great day!

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[ A raised eyebrow at all that, and she gives a half wave back. ]

Yes, you too.

[ Now back to peace and quiet. ]