Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack had heard something as he was walking to his room and decided to investigate. "Uh. Hello?"

Just ignore the fact that he was holding a drink cup as an offensive weapon.

[unddann]

Lola looked up from where she was sulking lounging on her bed. "Was?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"...I heard a noise?" Okay, he's putting the drink down slowly, no one needs to get hurt. "You okay? Something attack you?"

[unddann]

Lola snorted. "Nein. I was speaking to my mother."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Right. "Okay. Sorry to barge in. You... you okay?"

He was not staring at her hair. Really.

[unddann]

Lola shrugged. "I'm fine. I'm remembering why I left home." She sighed, puffing a strand of red hair off her forehead and then looked at him. "I'm Lola. You?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Jack. Burton. I like the hair," he said, grinning and totally not looking like an idiot who would brandish a drink cup. Really.

"Problems at home?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Lola," Jamie said wandering by sometime after Jack had left. "What"s going on?"

[unddann]

Lola was in the process of replacing the glass in her picture frame with cling wrap.

"Jaime. There's nothing going on. You?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Bored," he said with a shrug. "Thought I'd wander and see what trouble I could stir up. Are you planning on saving that picture for a meal later?"

[unddann]

Lola wrinkled her nose. "It's high in fiber." She shook her head, then pitched the picture in the same direction the phone had gone in. "It broke. I thought maybe to fix it. Dumb, eh?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie shrugged. "Well it'll probably do until you can a replacement for it. How are you adjusting to all things Fandom?"

[unddann]

"Okay, I think. But . . ." She shrugged, offering him a wan smile. "I think we need more boredom-fighting mutants? Or I need to think of more things to do."

[techno-tosh.livejournal.com]

Tosh was about to head into her own room when she noticed the door across the hall was open.

"Hello," she said politely when she spotted Lola.

[unddann]

Lola looked up and waved. "Guten Tag."

[techno-tosh.livejournal.com]

"I'm Tosh," she told her. "I live right across the hall in 231. Thought I'd introduce myself."

[unddann]

"Lola," said Lola. "Your accent . . . you're not from here, too."

[techno-tosh.livejournal.com]

"No I'm not," Tosh confirmed. "I'm from London. You're German?"

[unddann]

"Ja. From Berlin. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

[wantstodirect]

Tony returned to the room after fourth period with a couple of Elizabeth Fitzroy books he'd checked out of the library. He'd read them before, but he was curious about that whole kitten thing.

"Everything okay?" he asked Lola, noticing the phone and picture frame.

[unddann]

Lola huffed. "Fine." She ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry. I don't think I broke anything of yours."

[wantstodirect]

"It's cool," Tony said. He set the books down on his desk and looked over at the mess. "Just, y'know, clean up the broken glass." He looked back at the desk and found that the books had disappeared, replaced by two kittens. One was dark, sleek and handsome. The other was a fluffy little white thing. The fluffy one appeared to be swooning.

Tony hadn't realized that cats could swoon.

[unddann]

Lola looked where he was staring. ". . . You have cats?"

[wantstodirect]

"I checked them out of the library," Tony said.

[unddann]

Lola frowned. "Die Bibliothek? Aren't they for books?"