xp_communication | Jubilee and Angie chat. In classes.

PartyGirlLee: Bored...oh, so very bored. History of E-mail sucks, dude. What'cha doin'?

xtarot: Right now? Talking myself into extra History homework.

PartyGirlLee: Extra Homework? Are you insane? *examines her closely* Do you feel feverish?

xtarot: If I offer to do extra homework, Shinobi overlooks my inattention in class. It is - call it a misdirection we are both aware of. It has benefits.

PartyGirlLee: Ahhh, now that's more like it. For a sec there I was scared you'd gone and got all academic on me. Did you see the guys playing basketball this morning? I swear I thought I was going to get testosterone poisoning the amount of posturing that was going on.

xtarot: There is really nothing wrong with academia, I just don't care for some parts of it. The listening to a dicussion on Germany's economy in 1930, I don't care for. I did not catch the basketball game. I had Dance, and was trying to keep Doug from blushing himself insensible.

PartyGirlLee: Academia is alright, in moderation. It's when you go all "I will lock myself away from the world in order to invent a new flavour of Peanut butter!" that it gets a little bizarre. Or is that Scientifica? *ponders* Is there a plural of Scientific? We have dance classes here? When did that happen? Why wasn't I told? And why was Doug blushing? And I don't think I can fit anymore question marks into this without someone from the question mark consortium knocking on my door and asking me why the hell I'm using all their inventory.

xtarot: A new flavour of peanut butter? That's neither academia nor scientifica. That is obsession with yucky peanut food. We've had dance classes all semester. Alison's teaching. It is ballroom, so I know most of it. Doug was blushing because that is what Doug does.

PartyGirlLee: You don't like Peanut butter? How about Peanut butter and Banana sandwiches? Oh! Do you know where I can find some *manly* colored paper? I need to do some Origami but it's gotta be kinda macho.

xtarot: Peanut butter is vile. Bananas are vile. There should be some nice heavyweight cream paper in the art room, I can get some after class today. Who are you folding paper for?

PartyGirlLee: Dude, I'm so getting you to try a Peanut and Banana sandwich. No excuses unless you're allergic to nuts. *grins* I'll even try Escargo(sp?) in return. And thanks, that'd be great if you can get me some. I've been trying to think of a way to thank Cain for finding me, ya know? Only, I'm not great at making things, not an artist or anything. But, I got taught Origami ages back and so I thought, Cranes are good luck, right?

xtarot: I am not eating anything with peanut butter, and escargot is no worse than calamari or shrimp.

PartyGirlLee: Dude, it's snails...snails in Garlic! Okay, so Garlic is yummy. But snails! *ponders* Banana and honey sandwich?

xtarot: Is there some reason you are obsessed with making me eat bad American food?

PartyGirlLee: Because you're so amusing when you scrunch your nose in that "Ew, that's disgusting" look you have? So, do you think a crane is macho enough? Or should I do a bull?

xtarot: If it were anyone but Mr. Marko, I would say a crane. For him, I think a bull, or maybe a dinosaur or something. Unless you know how to make a big red glowing eye.

PartyGirlLee: Not sure I could do a dinosaur, but I can do a bull. What's with you and this Sauron hang up, dude? I keep tellin' you Marko ain't that scary. Hmm, if it's gonna be a bull, think I'm gonna need some black paper, they got any black paper in the art room? Oh! What do you think of havin' a kinda, foods of the world cooking competition? Place needs something to liven it up and we could get Kitty to run some betting on whose food would taste the best.

xtarot: It is .. a whim. I am sure there is black paper in the art room. If you asked, Piotr would probably just give you an entire spectrum of coloured paper. Just don't mention who it is for. Food of the world? Do you really expect some of our classmates to cook?

PartyGirlLee: I'll ask him when I'm done with classes. Although, I could probably just go and get some, not as if it isn't public property anyhow. *chuckles* Yeah, I guess I can't really see a lot of the people here cooking. Still, it seemed like a fun idea. This place has been so damn gloomy lately, people seem like they'd sooner slit their wrists then smile. There's gotta be something that would bring people up a bit.

xtarot: I think it is getting better. No one has fallen over crying or gone running away in nearly a week that I know of, and even Doug is spending most of his days at least somewhat content. Do you think we should talk him into getting an earring?

PartyGirlLee: *chokes* Dude! Don't do that to me. I'm meant to be being attentive, having me fall out of my chair laughing is bad. *grins* But yes, I do think we should convince Doug to get an earring. Simply because I think it'd freak everyone else out. God, I wish I could sleep in this thing, but I think they'd notice me slumped in my chair. God, why didn't I choose a class I could sleep in? Seems the only sleep I get these days is when it's light out.

xtarot: What? Do what? Talk about Doug, or his needing an earring? You know you should really talk to Dr. McCoy if you aren't sleeping.

PartyGirlLee: Talk about Doug getting an earring. ;) I just never imagined Doug as the type to have piercing. And nah, don't need a Doctor, think it's probably just delayed jetlag from that trip I took to China, ya know? I get enough sleep during the day to make up for it. Oh! I got some new music the other day, you so have to hear this band. VNV Nation, it's tres cool.

xtarot: How long ago was that trip? Jubilee? I've been listening to VNV Nation since before I moved here. Browse my CD pile sometime. Actually, you might quite like some of the stuff Manuel recommended. He has fairly good taste in music, among other things. Also, can you not use french words in the middle of English sentences?

PartyGirlLee: *shrugs* Maybe it's just REALLY delayed jetlag. Don't worry so much, hey? It's not like it's affecting me badly. Right now, it's just turned me into a night owl, which isn't so bad. You'd be amazed at the workout time I get in the gym because everyone else is asleep. *grins* What's wrong with French words in English sentences? And haven't had a chance to look at your music collection, how about we trade music after class? Haven't got anything else planned right now.

xtarot: Do I use English words in the middle of French sentences? No. Also, I would know what lack of sleep does to someone. I know it very, very well. I can burn you copies of CD's this evening. I have to talk to Manuel after classes this afternoon so I may be occupied for a bit.

PartyGirlLee: *nods* I get enough sleep during the day, but I promise I'll go see the Doc the minute I think I'm not coping, okay? And burned CD's would be cool. And now, I have to go. The "History of E-mail" just finished and I think we may actually have to do work. Catch you after you're done hanging with Manny?

xtarot: Sleeping during the day is not coping. Go to the doctor. Must I be Jr. Devil Woman in training again?

PartyGirlLee: Jr. Devil Woman?

xtarot: I take it Kitty hasn't given you the latest gossip?

PartyGirlLee: Noooo. Least not Jr. Devil Woman gossip. Spill!

xtarot: Doug declared me Jr. Devil Woman, because I made him take dance class, because he was being miserable. Alison made him my partner in class.

PartyGirlLee: *smiles evilly* I'll see the Doc if you'll try a peanut butter and banana sandwich. ;)

xtarot: I could just tell Dr. MacTaggart you aren't sleeping, you know. I do see her once a week.

PartyGirlLee: Dude, that's blackmail. Although, I think I'm seein' Mac once a week or somethin' myself now. She said something about next wednesday but it's a bit vague, I think I may have been half asleep at the time.

xtarot: Of course it is blackmail. I have no intention of eating that sandwich if I can help it. I suspect she needs a new subject to study. She has maps of my brain now.

PartyGirlLee: Alright, alright. I'll mention to Mac about the sleeping thing. I think she wants to see me about that whole melting clock thing, or possibly the torching of the coffee table, which I seriously can't remember but maybe I was sleep walking or something. And now, I have to go before I get busted.