Among the nice new things her however-many-times-removed great aunt provided Ariadne for this new school year is a MacBook, which Ari has lugged with her to Orlando. She's a newcomer to computers, but a quick study, and unfettered internet access is something that's in short supply at Gooseberry. In fact, besides a few short days before term started, this is the first time she's had it. And whatever a normal teenager would use the internet for sans chaperones... well, she's doing this.
She's laying on her stomach on one of the two beds in the room, cross-ways and taking up the whole thing as if to claim her territory. She knows she'll have to share it, which she's trying not to think too much about. It's all fine and good when they're just sitting around, talking about their plans for the weekend and their opinions on Star Wars, but sharing a room with boys is just not something she's used to doing. And sharing a bed with anyone is something she's never done at all. Everyone else seems fine with it, but she's not quite at her ease, and she's still fully dressed even though they're settling in for the evening.
She'll need to get ready for bed eventually, change into her pajamas and take off her make up and all that. But she can distract herself with scrolling through repetitive headlines about the next Star Wars film for a little bit longer. Or she could, if anyone had anything interesting to say about it.
"There's nothing," she tells the others, shutting her laptop and rolling over onto her back. Besides the recently released title of the film, there's not much new information at all, and a year seems like an unbearably long time to wait, to her. "Maybe I'll just write it myself," she suggests.
Night One; Room 7367
She's laying on her stomach on one of the two beds in the room, cross-ways and taking up the whole thing as if to claim her territory. She knows she'll have to share it, which she's trying not to think too much about. It's all fine and good when they're just sitting around, talking about their plans for the weekend and their opinions on Star Wars, but sharing a room with boys is just not something she's used to doing. And sharing a bed with anyone is something she's never done at all. Everyone else seems fine with it, but she's not quite at her ease, and she's still fully dressed even though they're settling in for the evening.
She'll need to get ready for bed eventually, change into her pajamas and take off her make up and all that. But she can distract herself with scrolling through repetitive headlines about the next Star Wars film for a little bit longer. Or she could, if anyone had anything interesting to say about it.
"There's nothing," she tells the others, shutting her laptop and rolling over onto her back. Besides the recently released title of the film, there's not much new information at all, and a year seems like an unbearably long time to wait, to her. "Maybe I'll just write it myself," she suggests.