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[squartatore]

[the perk of not being in the large group that left the castle? Less competition for choice seats in the movie theater.

The downside of having little company? Having no one wake her up when she falls asleep -- the chair was really comfy, okay? And the movie she was waiting to end was dull]

Crap.

[...ah, the journal. Have a dictated message:] Just checking because I don't have a watch on me right now, but...it's Saturday, right?

[you never know, more so with the castle's seeming fondness for messing with her sleep and/or locking her up in places. Getting stuck in here until the next time the theater opens would be Very Inconvenient]

[ooc: also open for theater action!]

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[the_effect_she_has]

Yes. It's still Saturday.

[Straight forward and to the point.]

[both_neither]

Uhhhh...last I checked, yeah. Why?

[squartatore]

[the use of "still" makes her wonder just how long she'd been out, but]

Good to know. [relief is almost audible in her voice] Thanks.

[squartatore]

Because [argh, this is embarrassing] I sorta...lost track, at a place I shouldn't.

[the_effect_she_has]

You're welcome.

[A pause - she hates being social and trying to make new friends is like pulling teeth for her but ...]

I know how it is. To lose time.

dictated;

[siebter]

I think it is!

[action!]

[asseenontv]

[Shatterstar does not take his eyes off the screen - or put down the tub of popcorn he wished up, because movies require popcorn - to answer]

Yes.

[And yes, he probably wandered in while you were asleep/not paying attention.]

[squartatore]

Oh. [there's some awkward silence from her end, too, because how do you respond to something like that]

The castle?

dictated foreverrr

[squartatore]

I sure hope it is...

[and she'll be tromping around, looking for the door she came in from]

[siebter]

Did you forget what day it was?

[squartatore]

Woah --

[SUDDENLY A VOICE. And some guy who wasn't there, the last she saw. Her eyes flick up to the movie playing a musical? before it occurs to her that she's probably blocking his view.

So she scoots off sideways...and, with the disorientation plus limited leg room, promptly faceplants into a nearby seat]

[squartatore]

Something like that.

Anyway! [time to change the subject!] How's it going? I haven't seen you in a while.

[siebter]

I'm fine! I went outside for a little bit today.

[squartatore]

On your own? [IS THAT SAFE!!!!]

[siebter]

No, Weiss was with me.

[the_effect_she_has]

No. I ... back home. In Panem.

[squartatore]

[not too sure if Weiss makes a good chaperone, but if Emil's still talking to her...]

Anything interesting happen? I've been indoors since the afternoon -- yesterday afternoon, that is.

[squartatore]

["Panem" sounds familiar, though the reason has yet to come to her, not being particularly acquainted with anybody who was from there]

Must've been a pain.

[siebter]

[ Weiss makes a wonderful chaperone. He floats and is very sure to keep Emil safe. ]

Well...it's still hot out.

[squartatore]

[how does a book keep you safe!]

Then I didn't miss much.

[siebter]

[ He has magic! ]

Hehe, I guess not. Were you trying to sleep until it gets colder?

[squartatore]

[she doesn't know that! (though the flying bit clued her in a little, obviously)]

I'm not that bored. [just close enough to see the appeal] And hibernating makes better sense.

[siebter]

I never tried hibernating before. I bet it'd be nice, though.

[squartatore]

Yeah. If only we didn't have to get up for the washroom and stuff.

[siebter]

I guess that is a problem.

Maybe someday we'll learn how to hibernate!