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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-09-18 01:19 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2017-09-18 01:19 pm
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Room 204; Monday Afternoon [09/18].
"Ooof."
It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.
Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.
Summer sighed.
Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?
[[ door and post are open! ]]
It wasn't as if she'd had a really taxing day or anything, just Creative Writing class, but Summer felt exhausted. It took a lot out of a person to realize that someone had been here, acting like her, pretending to be her, who wasn't her, and she had no idea what she'd gotten into, what she had said or done or anything. And she should probably take are of figuring it out. When she'd dug up her class schedule (what had even happened in those past classes? At least the classes weren't as stupid as the summer ones, though), she found out she even had a Little Sibling, what the fuck? So this Paris Geller person was being introduced to Fandom by a robot. Sure, it seemed fitting, but that robot was supposed to be her! She didn't have the energy to go hunt her down now, though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll do it, tomorrow she'll have recovered a little.
Right now, all she seemed to have the energy for is flopping onto her bed, rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Feeling impossibly clean and peaceful and safe, and missing the weight of another body in the bed beside her.
Summer sighed.
Why did this all suddenly feel so weird?
[[ door and post are open! ]]
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Summer was totally digging all the hugs right now, even if she didn't want to admit how much she needed them, and she smiled as her roommate went crashing into her, hugging her back.
"It's....a really long story," she said. "Long, and I don't think you'd like it very much, to be honest. But it doesn't matter anymore. You could tell there was something wrong, huh?"
And that sent another surge through her, because she couldn't help but feel that the only thing more depressing than the fact that there has been a robot of herself here in the first place was the possibility that no one would have even noticed.
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"From the first moment! I thought maybe you were just sick but it lasted for so long." Shiemi have Summer another squeeze and then pulled back. "You don't remember?"
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"A robot?" Shiemi was amazed. "I didn't think I could be tricked by a robot. Wow."