The House of the Arch

Door's not sitting in the window tonight, though she's got it open, and every so often she glances that way. Instead she's perched at the foot of her bed, when she's not moving restlessly around the room.

Summer classes are over, new ones will be starting up soon, the awful headmistress-woman is gone. It's reason enough to be restless, she supposes, but Door's not so much excited about the new year of school tonight, as she is worried about the bird who hasn't flown back through that open window for a fortnight now - and what that might say about how things are back home.
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[OOC: for bridge_carson, but open for the roomie as well, if he'd like to jump in at any point. This is Door's second-to-last post before heading home - there'll be an open one tomorrow for anybody who'd like to say goodbye.]

Door's studying for Driver's Education. She's not debating whether putting Seely's things in the hallway is actually more trouble than he's worth. She's not that petty.

Mostly. Even if she probably did build up enough good karma last week by helping to find and rescue Bridge and Z, that she can afford a little pettiness.
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[OOC: For Teh No Longer Drunk Or Irish Roomie]

The corridors are full of sound now, and Door's glad of that. After meeting for final presentations and final exams, classes had ended. Though birthday and holiday parties had provided some excitement, and Seely and Cally had certainly done their parts to keep things interesting, there hadn't been a lot of people to talk to with so many gone home on holiday.

Though the break's been relaxing, the noise of friends returning and new students arriving is welcome, making the place seem less empty and bringing with it the excitement of a new season of things and people to get to know. Door's left her door open to listen to it as she looks over the course catalog for the new term, as well as to welcome any new or familiar faces that might wander by.

Door's decided to try a different way of arranging her journal, just for variety.

( Cut for linkdrop, as you do )

And now she's lying on her bed reading Dickens and wondering if Tiny Tim could get any more disgustingly cute. And she likes children.

[Door's ...uh. The door's open. As is the post.]

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11 October 2006

( More notes in lieu of an entry: )

[Linkdrop of Doom v. 3.0]

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.]