I13DT - My Corner Of The Room

[Miranda Weaver]

Miranda was diligently working with an empty corner of the dorm room, scratching her head as she re-positioned a small table that looked as if she'd picked up from the side of the road and cleaned up. She adjusted it a couple of more times as if the position had to be perfect. Then she put up a piece of folded posterboard with two images facing each other, one of a woman with colorful wings outstretched and the other with three women or a three-faced woman, it was hard to tell as close as the forms were. She set a low bowl that looked like it came from the cafeteria with some scented water in it in front of the pictures and stepped back to look at her handiwork.

[Kayla Turnbull]

Kayla was in the room, during one of her very infrequent stops between social meet ups elsewhere.

Wrinkling her nose, she peered at the display.

"I really, really hope you had that thing fumigated before dragging it in here.." She said, a little mockingly.

[Miranda Weaver]

"I cleaned it and got someone to revarnish it in one of the art rooms here," she said, obviously proud and more than a little defensive about it.

[Kayla Turnbull]

"So, what is this, then? A new bandage washing station?" She asked, smirking.

[Miranda Weaver]

"It's a shrine. Well, the start of one. I'm still working that out," she said.

[Kayla Turnbull]

"So, one more freaky thing for the freaky side of the room."

She didn't say it, but she was a little curious. The scented water smelled nice, at least...

[Miranda Weaver]

"I'm promise not to do anything to freak you out while you're in here," she said.

[Kayla Turnbull]

Kayla pfffed, not convinced.

[Miranda Weaver]

"Honest," she said, "I'm still trying to figure a lot of stuff out. This is part of that." And it's not like you're here all that often anyway.

[Kayla Turnbull]

Her powers were weakened, but Kayla could still hear the tacked on thought.

"You want me to leave? Fine. Have the room to yourself. I've got more important stuff than you to deal with."

[Miranda Weaver]

"You could hear that? You're a telepath?" She seemed more surprised and was ignoring the rest of Kayla's statement.

[Kayla Turnbull]

"Err, yeah.. I thought you knew. I kinda figured that's why we got stuck together.."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Well, like I thought, you're never really here," she said. "I honestly didn't know. I'm sorry."

[Kayla Turnbull]

"Don't be sorry, seriously. You know now."

She sighed, sitting on her bed.

"Ok, what else do you want to know?"

[Miranda Weaver]

"Where are you from?" She said, sitting on her own bed.

[Kayla Turnbull]

"Notting Hill. Where are you from?" She replied.

[Miranda Weaver]

"I don't know. Still trying to figure that out."

[Kayla Turnbull]

"Well, good luck with that."

Honestly, she didn't know how else to respond. And Kayla was getting a little nervous.

[Miranda Weaver]

"Thanks. Is something wrong?"

[Kayla Turnbull]

"I.. I don't usually talk with just one person.. It's nothing, I guess I just prefer crowds.. I should get going."

[Miranda Weaver]

"Oh, okay. Have fun."

[Stan Bowen]

Kayla quickly exited, perhaps a tiny bit regretfully.