Over at the Sheldon Residence . . .

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova resists the urge to caper as she dusts off her hands and reviews her handiwork. After two days of hard work, bruised thumbs, and rebuffing repeated offers of help from Mac, she managed to rig up a much more than adequate revolving gun turret with the ion cannon she bought off of Solo. Alright, so the cannon itself didn't actually work (yet), but it sure looked impressive. She wipes a smudge of grease off her nose, accidentally making it larger, and briefly allows herself to swing the cumbersome thing around, pointing it at various bushes, buildings, and passerby before regretfully letting it rest. She climbs down from the turret room, fixes herself a cup of coffee, and goes to sit out on the front step, idly watching the people passing by and listening to the music blaring at intervals from various houses and business, and the occasional thump of a bass beat from a passing car.

[[OOC: Dudes, come and talk to me!]]

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*walks past on her way back after the yearbook meeting*

*spots a vaguely familiar girl on the front step*

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*raises her mug to the also vaguely familiar girl passing by her vantage point.* Hey.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hi

*heads towards the house* I'm really sorry, but I can't for the life of me remember your name. I'm Elizabeth Weir.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Good; I don't feel bad about forgetting yours, also. Susan Ivanova, most people call me Ivanova. *indicates her mug* Would you like some coffee? I've got half a pot left, and if I leave it out then Mac drinks it and before you know it he's all caffeine-high and building something with loud clanging noises in the basement while I'm trying to sleep.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Intro to Anth, right?

Thanks for the offer, but I really need to get some sleep tonight, so no caffeine for me.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* Suit yourself. *takes another sip*

Yep, Intro to Anth. I seem to have some sort of mental block when it comes to that class. I keep losing my homework and forgetting assignments.

The professor's kind of yummy, though.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, if you ever want someone to study with, just let me know. I find it easier working with someone.

*laughs* He is easy on the eyes, I do admit. But I'm afraid to say, he's very taken.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Hey, so am - *suddenly falls silent* Uh, I was taken. It's still taking some time to adjust to. *brightens* Doesn't mean I can't look.

And thanks for the offer. It'd make things easier on me. Have you ever tried studying when you share a house with three guys whose main hobbies include blowing things up?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*watches the other girl carefully* *smiles* Oh yes. Looking is always fun.

*raises eyebrow* Can't say that I have. I share a room with two guys, but they've not started blowing anything up yet. Just knocking the wall down...

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you in with . . . what are they calling themselves? The Colorado Refugees? I heard about their little experiment in home renovation. By the way, what exactly are you refugeeing from?

[[Yes, it's a verb. Honest.]]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Something like that; it varies, depending on how much Jack's had to drink really.

As for what we're refugeeing from... *hesitates* It's mostly classified, but let's just say it was a group experience that didn't sit well with the US military.

[ooc: It's a cool verb! Hee]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Oh, one of *those* *rolls eyes* And then if it ever does get declassified, the government's going to take all the credit. But that'll never happen because of the politics being what they are, and already having to deal with secession of two sovereign colonies . . . whoa, sorry, got totally off-track. *stares glumly into coffee mug* I hated the phrase 'classified' once.

Anyway . . . *pauses* *trails off* *doesn't really have anything to say* *realises she's never been good at small talk* Do you, uh, like . . . oranges?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs and nods* Yeah, that pretty much sums it all up. I take it you speak from experience there?

*is slightly baffled by the randomness* Oranges... yes, I like them fine enough. I prefer other fruit though. And I've got to be careful, because the citrus can trigger migranes from time to time... how about you?

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*Much* experience.

Sorry, a heh heh. Remembering the last time there was an awkward pause. My commander friend Sheridan offered me some orange juice. I think he was just glad to see real fruit for once. I didn't know that citrus triggered migraines. I don't get them, but I know a few people who do.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Mmm... it various from person to person. I'm just thankful it's not chocolate. It's not too bad; I just know not to drink too much orange juice, especially on an empty stomach.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*winces* I don't think it's a good idea to drink too much of anything on an empty stomach. My mum used to get migraines; for her it was chocolate and cheese. Yet strangely, not milk.

*yawns* It was lovely talking to you, and I don't exactly mean to kick you off my front porch, but it's getting late and I should be toddling off to bed.

[[OOC: Especially since I can feel my roomie glaring at me, thinking "It's past midnight! I have an 8.15! Turn off the damn computer!"]]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*follows Ivanova's yawn with one of her own* Not a problem. I need my bed too. And I've just bought some new books, so I think I'm going to curl up in bed with one.

See you around.

[ooc: *snickers* I'm so glad I never had to share a room! Night!]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*waves to Elizabeth as she heads into the house* Night!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*waves back as she heads back to the dorms*