Eve Levine

Eve was alone in the room. Gwynn modded with permission, laa! had elected to give Eve some alone time to focus on packing and other thinky things. Really Eve was just sure Gwynn was off plotting some way to kidnap her and keep her for another year. But either way, there was privacy for thinky things.

And packing.

And emo.

Not so much on the former, much on the latter.

[For the boyfriend!]

Prom had been pretty damn cool, much like last year. So, much like last year, Eve had returned at an ungodly hour and passed out in bed. (The roomie had done much the same.)

However, she'd kind of forgotten one little thing about prom.

At Fandom, prom meant small ones.

[For Gwynn, their assorted weetinies, oh, and Adam]

Eve was busy bustling around the room getting ready for the dance, which meant that the room looked like a small tornado had hit.

But at least she wasn't cursing the bobby pins this year. Mostly because she'd found a hairstyle that didn't require five thousand and one of the little bastards. (Just four thousand and one.)

"Gwynn! Where did my purse go?" she yelped upon turning around and not finding the little wristlet that was going with her dress.

[For the roomie and the boyfriend, but also open!]

Eve had heard the radio broadcast the night before and she was torn between checking on loved ones and getting research on. On the one hand, loved ones were vastly more important. On the other, she wanted to do something.

She settled for leaving handwavy messages for Adam, Johnny, and Savannah and sitting down with her laptop.

[Open like an open thing!]

Eve's nightly check of her voicemail had her flailing incoherently for a good twenty minutes and grateful Gwynn was out of the room at that particular moment so as not to see said flailing.

Once that was done, she called Sean.

Six times. Six damn times.

She was about to launch herself off the bed and out the door when he picked up.

( Second verse, same as the first. )

Eve was once again waging war with the curling iron and the hairpins. This year, however, she was quite definitely winning.

"Hey, you see where I tossed that red clutch I got the last time we handwavily went shopping?" she called to the roommie.

[For the roommate, but also open!]

Fandom had quite thoroughly freaked Rachel out the day before, so after spending a while in the common room, she'd quickly retreated to her own room and curled up in bed. Somehow, burrowing down under a whole bunch of covers always made things feel at least a little bit better.

She woke up with a whimper. Oh God, she had to get up. Refusing for the moment, she peeked over at the room's other occupant.

[For the roomie!]

Rachel woke with a distinctly disgruntled "Mrf."

Her first thought was School sucks. Damn getting up.

Her second was, Wait, it's Saturday.

Her third was, Where the hell am I?

This was not her school. Hell, she didn't even go to a boarding school!

Confused and still very much of the sleepy, Rachel crawled out of bed and started looking around. On the desk were a bunch of weird looking books with all kinds of... was that Latin? What the hell?

"Dear God, this girl's a freak!" Rachel yelped upon realizing what exactly she was looking at.

And promptly waking up the roommate she didn't realize was there.

[For the roomie! Is now Rachel Jansen from Forgetting Sarah Marshall]

Eve was in a better mood than she had been the past couple of days, but not by much.

And she'd put her books and grimoires away, which spoke to how helpless she felt. Usually when she felt helpless, she was all about the magical research. But not now. Not this time. Magic hadn't turned up anything except a handful of memory spells and twice as many warnings about using them.

Sighing, she flopped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

[Open!]

Eve was grateful to Johnny for doing so much to help Savannah, but it left her at a loss as to what to do. And so, rather than emo about it -- well, much, anyway; as a mother, she had a right to a little bit of angsty emo -- she'd tucked herself away in her room with her grimoires, assorted other texts she had around, and was looking for memory-restoring spells.

Not that she'd necessarily try and use them on Savannah, after all -- the mind was a tricky thing to work with -- but it gave her something productive to do and she needed that just then.

Music played softly in the background as Eve worked.

[Open!]

Eve had been inwardly and outwardly WTFing at the snowman in the corner of her room all damn day. What the hell was with it, anyway?

Oh, well. It didn't melt, which meant it'd turned into a really great coat rack.

And now she was sprawled out on the bed with a book, though every now and then she'd glance over and WTF a little more.

[Open!]

Eve was trying to figure out her plans for Christmas, which really meant that she was flailing at the thought of going to Stonehaven. The Pack was going to be snarly and overprotective and did she mention snarly? Yeah.

She was tempted to ask Adam or Gwynn if she could go home with them for Christmas. Because the wacky that was Kim or Aisha was far preferable to interrogations from Adam of the Vasic variety. And as for Gwynn... well, there were certain people in Gwynn's world that Eve wouldn't mind bitch-slapping.

Scowling, she flopped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

[Open like an open thing]

Eve and Johnny had reached an agreement in their fight that is still being played out but things he'd said had still made her think. And when she needed someone to think with, she went to three people: Savannah, Gwynn, or Adam. But Savannah was part of what she was thinking about and Gwynn's first reaction would be to try beating the crap out of Johnny -- who didn't need it right now -- which left Adam.

She stopped in her room to clean her face a little and headed across the hall and down a couple doors.

[For the boyfriend's roommate. Also, boyfriend's abscence from the room modded with permission.]

Eve was pissed. But she was trying to stay calm because she was pretty sure it was what Savannah wanted. And because beating the ever-loving crap wasn't going to get them anywhere. But man, trying to fight the urge to beat the crap out of him? Sucked.

She was distracting herself by jogging in the park. When all else failed, resort to exercise.

And who knew? Maybe she'd find someone to distract her.

[For one that knows who he is]

After her encounter with that girl with the pig nose, Eve had gone looking for Savannah. Upon not finding her, which was conveniently when Savannah was killing Johnny -- not that Eve knew that -- the older woman who looked like the younger girl had headed back to the dorm she shared with Gwynn.

And now Eve was sitting on the bed and trying to figure out how she could find Savannah. Damn the girl for having no phone now!

[For one especially, but definitely open to all!]

Eve had handwavily sent Savannah a note to meet in a certain classroom (because there were always that sort of thing around when you needed them, don't you know?) at the first available opportunity. Somehow knowing when Savannah would be there despite no meeting time having been arranged, Eve was in the classroom when the young girl walked in.

"Don't be alarmed."

Which is the wrong thing to say when you don't want someone to be alarmed.

[for walks_two_paths]

... an icon!

Because it reminded me of the Fandom squirrels.

Eve was not in a good mood. Having to play bodyguard to a wishy-ass girl in trouble sucked; having to look like her was even worse.

But Savannah wasn't so bad, really, though this business of not being in the same room with her was crap. How could she protect her if she wasn't even in the same damn room? They -- whoever They were -- couldn't get the women in the same room, though, so Eve had to deal.

So... here Eve was, yet again getting ready and trying not to bother the roommate. Who was actually kind of hot, not that Eve was going to notice that kind of thing while on the clock. No, of course not...

[For the roomie especially, but open! And yes, Eve is now a lesbian bodyguard/former professional bad-ass.]

Eve didn't see the cheerleading posters until after she was coming back from work. After a minute or two of boggling combined with a little squeeing, she made her way back to her room.

Where she promptly sat on the bed and squeed a little more.

[For the roomie but also open!]

Eve woke up slowly, enjoying the fact that she didn't have any classes so she could sleep in and take her sweet time getting ready for work.

It only took a couple minutes for her brain to unfog enough to realize that she had a certain... problem under the covers.

Again.

This time, she had a roommate, so instead of a bloodcurdling shriek, she settled for swearing loudly and rolling out of bed to quickly change into the pajamas she had left over from the previous time.

At least she looked the same.

Once she was dressed -- for now, anyway; she'd shower in a bit -- she located the largest piece of paper she could find and scribbled "I have boyparts today, but yes, I really am your roommate, please don't hurt me" on it. She then taped it to the lamp on her nightstand, knowing Gwynn would see it there.

[For the roomie]