Room 418, Monday Morning

[notajar]

As much as she likes to explore and meet new people, Door found herself a bit worn out from talking to so very many of them in Constant Vigilance on Friday. Thus after her shopping trip to town with people she was at least a bit more familiar with, a weekend spent mostly in her room (aside from Saturday evening, when she'd handwavily taken a wander up to the roof to read in order to let Seely have his movie night with... someone she hasn't met yet) had proved a relaxing change.

Having not quite got as far as learning how to find the World Wide Web by herself in internet class on Wednesday, and with her meeting for Sunday tea with Walter temporarily cancelled, Door spent quite a bit of said weekend poking at the computer on her own -- in between studying for the first real lesson in Cross-Species Communication, and enjoying the fruits of having finally discovered the library. She's not entirely sure about her chances of being chosen as a library aide considering the next-to-nothing she knows about the way this library is arranged, but hopefully the fact that she's trying to learn more will help with that. And even if it doesn't, it should help her find things for herself, so there's really no bad there.

Now, though, Door's getting a bit restless. She's lying on her bed with the laptop, already dressed in some of the new clothes she bought on Friday, and still diligently trying to hunt, peck and click her way past the school website without getting lost on the ever-branching number of paths the internet seems to offer, but she's left the door to the room open, glancing up every so often to see if anyone's wandering past, and pondering the idea of taking a wander herself. Possibly back to London to see if de Carabas has sent some sort of reply, but she's not sure how safe that is, so she might wait a few more days to try that one.

[OOC: The door is.... oh come on. I refuse to say it. The post, however, is totally ajar.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel didn't have class till after lunch. Looking to pass some time she took a wander down the hall intending to stop by Cedric's. She stopped at the sight of the open door and the unfamiliar face and knocked. "Hi!"

[notajar]

"Hello!" Door sits up, pushing her laptop aside. "Were you looking for Seely?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Given what I've heard about him? No," Isabel laughed. "I just thought I'd say Hi and introduce myself. We're neighbors sort of. I'm Isabel Evans, I live down the hall in 406."

[notajar]

"I'm Door." She smiles, then waves at the empty bed. "Seely's quite nice, really. Just a bit..." She stops, at a loss for a term, then shrugs. "He's very much a boy."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's pretty much what I've heard. He hit on my friend. She hit back. And took his jacket," Isabel explained. "Personally I'm surprised she stopped at that. She must have been in a good mood. Anyway, welcome to Fandom. Are you adjusting okay? Or is the weirdness going to send you running for the hills?"

[notajar]

"Weirdness?" Door repeats, then grins. "My sort of weird and your sort might not be the same thing, I suspect. Having classes is a bit odd, and so's something like this--" She points to the computer. "--paying attention to me when I poke at it, but I'm guessing that's not quite what you mean."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ah no, I was thinking more along the lines of the gremlins, the jello dragons and the other sorted wackiness that happens around here. But if you're used to stuff like that, well then you'll fit right in." Isabel nodded at the computer, "Just figuring that out?"

[notajar]

"They asked about that on the student directory form too," Door says, frowning slightly. "Dragons I've heard of - though never seen -- 'jello' is a new one. And yes." She taps the laptop. "I've never used one before."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The Jello dragons were sticky and messy, but sort of fun believe it or not," she grinned. "It was sort of fun to fight a monster that really couldn't hurt you. I have one of my own. It's very useful for schoolwork, and even more useful if you're looking to waste time. Has anyone shown you minesweeper yet?"

[notajar]

Door shakes her head. "No, but I saw it on the startup list and played with it a bit -- it's some sort of logic puzzle, isn't it?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much," Isabel nodded. "There's a set number of bombs hidden under the tiles, the trick is to find and mark all of them without getting blown up based on the clues they give you. If you want to get really crazy you play against the clock and try to do it as fast as you can." She made a face, "I find it a little harder to play for speed on a laptop. It's easier when you have a mouse to use."

[notajar]

"I've got a mouse," Door says, nodding and pointing at her desktop, where said mouse lies detached from the computer. "It's just easier to use the little pad when I'm not sitting at a table."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"There you go then," Isabel laughed. "You'll be all set for speed Minesweeper. I think my record on the expert level was about 91 seconds one time. But fun distractions aside, what year are you? Where are you from?"

[notajar]

"I'm a...Junior? That's how Principal Washburn listed me. " Door shrugs apologetically. "I'm from London, but I've never been in a school before, so I'm taking her word for where I belong; I'm sixteen."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You're the same year as me then," she smiled. "I'm seventeen and in theory I should be a senior, unfortunately I missed a bit to much school my sophomore year and had to repeat it. Were you homeschooled?"

[notajar]

"My parents taught us at home, yes," Door answers.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It must be different for you then, being here. It fun though, there's always people around," Isabel replied.

[notajar]

"It's new," Door agrees. "I liked to go out exploring at home, so I did meet quite a few people, but having them all gathered together in one place is definitely different."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Dorm life is a bit of an adjustment, it was just my brother and I at home. But I survived," she said. "Oh, if you like exploring you'll have to meet Bridge. He leads adventures on the sixth floor. There's all kinds of weird rooms up there."

[notajar]

Door can't avoid laughing, and it feels like she hasn't done it in forever. "Yes, I think I was one of the adventures. At least, Bridge and a great lot of other people found me on the sixth fllor. It's how I got here from home."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel blinked, "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize. But how did you get from London to the Sixth Floor? Unless your London isn't the London I'm thinking of? Which is highly probable around here."

[notajar]

"It's not the London you're thinking of," Door says. "The one with double-decker busses and Big Ben is London Above. My family comes from London Below. It's...mostly beneath the city, but it's also..."

She waves a hand, a bit frustratedly, because for all her life she's never had to explain the difference, and now suddenly she's trying to do it at every turn and not necessarily getting any better.

"Sideways. A bit. It's the same place, but not."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She thought of what people had handwavily told her about the Spring Break trip and what Cedric had told her his world. "I think I get it, it's sort of like the difference between magical and non-magical England."

[notajar]

Door blinks. "That's...exactly what it's like, yes."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You'll have to tell me about it," Isabel smiled. "I like hearing the stories Cedric has to tell. So what brings you to Fandom? Looking for something different?"