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Character(s): Einiona Canning (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
macgyvered) and Rion Lyon (derped).
Location: Rion's dorm room.
Rating: Likely PG-13 for language (R, if you think F-words qualify).
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Backdated to Sunday afternoon: dealing with fallout from the disasterpiece that was open pool day for both of them.
To most people who have met Einiona, she is that crazy girl who responded to the Philosophy lecture on skepticism with an outburst of "I'm skeptical about pants"; she is irreverent, idiosyncratic, and prone to fits of tactlessness. None of the classes she's excelling in are the classes she has to take; she's doing middling-to-poor in anything compulsory and she's slept through several of her makeup classes. The impression is that she just doesn't give a fuck, and it's one she's in no hurry to dislodge if the way she no-showed all weekend for this week's round of makeup work is any indication.
It's not an impression that lasts long if anyone actually sees her in her room at any point this weekend; Einiona has spent the past day and a half doing nothing but reassemble the same machine thirteen times, stripping it to its smallest component pieces and reassembling it until it looked like it had never come apart, and when she hasn't been working on that she's been writing furiously, inventing engineering physics conundrums that she fills pages with sketches and angry notation attempting to solve until (in most cases) she finally gives up and accepts she can't or (in some cases) she hits a breakthrough and cries until the answer is muddied and she has to rewrite it again.
She doesn't care if her absence pisses off the instructors; she's calling in a mental health day (or two) and they can suck it if it bothers them, she needs sorting and she can't deal with people.
She doesn't eat at all on Saturday, she just works, but she ducks in towards the tail end of lunch on Sunday and eats fast, not talking to anyone; the eating fast is normal for Einiona after a lifetime of fighting to keep food on her plate before her siblings could steal it because she didn't look hungry enough, the disinterest in chatting is not.
Mentally, she rehearses what she's going to say. Sometime Sunday morning, shortly after she startled herself awake when the railgun falls apart in her hands and the goat-man charges her - she wakes up just before she feels the first blow lands on her cheek and nearly breaks the computer motherboard in half flailing - she decided she had let herself wallow enough, and since then she's been running worst-case scenarios in her head, trying to figure out how to apologize to Rion without making him hate her forever even more than he already does; she's not coming up with many options, but then, she doesn't think much of her chances at making it up to him anyway.
She spends the rest of the time she's supposed to be in class fidgeting and considering whether she could live without her room computer if she made a railgun out of it, and whether she could rebuild it if she did such a thing. She's not tested her abilities that extensively yet, to see if they extend to reconstructing things she's already built into something else; if she decides she wants to, she's not sure she wants to find out she can't while using something she needs. She flips the phaser she'd built out of spare laptop parts up and watches it spin through the air before it smacks back into her (mostly) cupped palms. (She had it when she arrived, but outside of incinerating her top bedsheet she hasn't used it since - something so handy and useful felt like cheating, and she didn't want to use it in a situation where she hadn't earned the right to take the easy way out. She figured it would make a pretty paperweight, though, and so far she's been right.)
Finally, she gets tired of waiting to make up her mind and leaves before she can invent a new reason Rion will slam the door in her face. If she's going to get chewed out, the least she can do is show up to deserve it.
She still freezes with her hand held halfway to the door before she can announce her presence by knocking. Her hand falls to the side and she sucks her lips into a thin line. She can't do this. She's a walking disaster and he doesn't deserve to be around her; it'll just wreck his life.
"Fuck."
She knocks.
macgyvered) and Rion Lyon (derped).Location: Rion's dorm room.
Rating: Likely PG-13 for language (R, if you think F-words qualify).
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed.
Summary: Backdated to Sunday afternoon: dealing with fallout from the disasterpiece that was open pool day for both of them.
To most people who have met Einiona, she is that crazy girl who responded to the Philosophy lecture on skepticism with an outburst of "I'm skeptical about pants"; she is irreverent, idiosyncratic, and prone to fits of tactlessness. None of the classes she's excelling in are the classes she has to take; she's doing middling-to-poor in anything compulsory and she's slept through several of her makeup classes. The impression is that she just doesn't give a fuck, and it's one she's in no hurry to dislodge if the way she no-showed all weekend for this week's round of makeup work is any indication.
It's not an impression that lasts long if anyone actually sees her in her room at any point this weekend; Einiona has spent the past day and a half doing nothing but reassemble the same machine thirteen times, stripping it to its smallest component pieces and reassembling it until it looked like it had never come apart, and when she hasn't been working on that she's been writing furiously, inventing engineering physics conundrums that she fills pages with sketches and angry notation attempting to solve until (in most cases) she finally gives up and accepts she can't or (in some cases) she hits a breakthrough and cries until the answer is muddied and she has to rewrite it again.
She doesn't care if her absence pisses off the instructors; she's calling in a mental health day (or two) and they can suck it if it bothers them, she needs sorting and she can't deal with people.
She doesn't eat at all on Saturday, she just works, but she ducks in towards the tail end of lunch on Sunday and eats fast, not talking to anyone; the eating fast is normal for Einiona after a lifetime of fighting to keep food on her plate before her siblings could steal it because she didn't look hungry enough, the disinterest in chatting is not.
Mentally, she rehearses what she's going to say. Sometime Sunday morning, shortly after she startled herself awake when the railgun falls apart in her hands and the goat-man charges her - she wakes up just before she feels the first blow lands on her cheek and nearly breaks the computer motherboard in half flailing - she decided she had let herself wallow enough, and since then she's been running worst-case scenarios in her head, trying to figure out how to apologize to Rion without making him hate her forever even more than he already does; she's not coming up with many options, but then, she doesn't think much of her chances at making it up to him anyway.
She spends the rest of the time she's supposed to be in class fidgeting and considering whether she could live without her room computer if she made a railgun out of it, and whether she could rebuild it if she did such a thing. She's not tested her abilities that extensively yet, to see if they extend to reconstructing things she's already built into something else; if she decides she wants to, she's not sure she wants to find out she can't while using something she needs. She flips the phaser she'd built out of spare laptop parts up and watches it spin through the air before it smacks back into her (mostly) cupped palms. (She had it when she arrived, but outside of incinerating her top bedsheet she hasn't used it since - something so handy and useful felt like cheating, and she didn't want to use it in a situation where she hadn't earned the right to take the easy way out. She figured it would make a pretty paperweight, though, and so far she's been right.)
Finally, she gets tired of waiting to make up her mind and leaves before she can invent a new reason Rion will slam the door in her face. If she's going to get chewed out, the least she can do is show up to deserve it.
She still freezes with her hand held halfway to the door before she can announce her presence by knocking. Her hand falls to the side and she sucks her lips into a thin line. She can't do this. She's a walking disaster and he doesn't deserve to be around her; it'll just wreck his life.
"Fuck."
She knocks.