Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

[not_a_moonie]

The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl ...

She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what a Cambodia was, but whatever. Anything that made her shout along joyfully worked just fine. She hadn't bothered closing her door, but that worked just fine, too.

[OOC: Open post, open door. Dante thread is NSFW.]

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[not_a_moonie]

"i think I'm going to believe that from now on," Alana nodded. "They're trying to divide their paychecks for being on the show into dollars per minute. They only look dumb."

[giveherahand]

"Now if we could understand the appeal of watching the speeder wreck as it happens, we could be making at least twice of what they do," Mara said.

[not_a_moonie]

"I would totally be the girl who loses her patience and starts telling everybody they're idiots three days in," Alana said, shaking her head. "You, though. I bet you could pull it off."

[giveherahand]

"Oh really?" Mara said, laughing. "Why?"

[not_a_moonie]

"You're a redhead," Alana answered. "Lots of guys have a thing about that. Plus, you're an awesome dancer, so I'm sue you'd make that work for you somehow."

[giveherahand]

Mara did her wide-eyed bubblehead impression. "They do seem to get all flustered when I point out how bendy I am..."