Land Shark Living Room, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

... Land Shark, Ino decided as she found herself a bottle of water and some chips and flopped down on the couch, was an okay cabin name.

She wasn't quite sure what it was but that was alright. Guessing from the rest of the cabins, Ino was figuring on some sort of monster but—well. Maybe the shark their cabin was named after was magic? Which was why it could go on land? Did it even matter?

Probably not, so long as it didn't attack them because they'd used its name.

It was something to idly consider anyway as she pulled her feet up under her and pulled out one of her notebooks as she made herself comfortable in her home away from the dorms for the next few weeks.

Besides, the living room was way better for checking out how many of her cabinmates would be social. She liked social!

[Open for fellow land sharks and visitors, yo!]

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[furnaceface]

After his shift in the library had ended, Jono had gathered up the few things that he figured he absolutely needed for the next little while, and he'd made his way to the cabin.

... So, a change of clothing, some extra bandages, and, of course, his guitar. Which was what he was stepping into the living room with right about now, looking around and wondering if there was some sort of horrible cosmic error that had led to him being in this particular cabin.

//Evening.// And then, after a moment's pause. //Please, tell me that some of the other names on the list for this cabin are actually just very feminine boy's names?//

... Like... Helen. Yes, that certainly seemed masculine. He was doomed, wasn't he?

[intraspective]

"Maybe Joolushko?" Ino said, having glanced up at the sound of the door opening and not at all surprised by the voice in her head. "I know the rest of them are girls."

By virtue of having talked to them all or, in Medusalith's case, done radio that mentioned her. She didn't know who Joolushko was though.

"Are you sulking 'bout being here already, Jono?"

[furnaceface]

//No.// Yes. //... Yes.//

See?

//It's bad enough sharing one room with one bloke, you know. Now I'm rooming with at least six members of the opposite sex. Not that I have anything against the opposite sex. I happen to be quite fond of women. But.//

Well, there were just some things that you could do when you were a guy rooming with guys that you couldn't do in the presence of females. And sure, belching loudly and annoyingly was off the list now, but he still couldn't leave his underpants sitting about. And he had a tendency to smell like a boy. A boy on fire, at that.

[intraspective]

"Maybe," she answered, eyes dancing with amusement. "You'll get lucky and the island will turn all girls into boys for awhile."

Which wouldn't really fix his complaint no. Boy bodies or not, they'd still be girls.

[furnaceface]

But maybe they would be girls who happened to smell like boys, too!

... but still girls.

//And that makes me lucky how, exactly?//

[intraspective]

Ino wrinkled her nose at him.

"You could better play pretend that way. Instead of having to face the fact you're living with giiirls."

Braaat.

[furnaceface]

//I think I'm pretty much doomed to this, gel,// he said, his voice a little hollow as he worked himself up to projecting a sigh. //At least there aren't any rules saying I have to be around here often.//

Which, on second thought, meant that he'd have to be outside and social, otherwise.

//I suppose I ought to start by cracking a naffin' window.//

[intraspective]

Ino was... torn, there.

"You know," she settled on mildly, "girls aren't contagious. You're supposed to be over the cootie stage by now, I think."

[furnaceface]

//Mmm, but do you suppose they are?// This was said very dryly, yes. //I'm opening it for their benefit, not mine. Unless somebody in here happens to be prone to overdosing on tangerine body spray, or something of the like.//

In which case, there were worse smells than him, and he'd just sit around outside by the firepit like the moody grump that he was.

He stood there, trying to properly portray how utterly displeased he was at this setup for a moment more, before deciding that he'd filled his cranky quota for the day and it would be okay to flop backward onto a chair now so that he could pick at his guitar.

[intraspective]

She rolled her eyes. Way to miss her point, Jono.

"You plannin' on playing that a lot here?"

When not in the mood to deal with his issues, change the subject!

[furnaceface]

//Unless somebody has some aversion to it,// he confirmed. //It's an electric, luv. It doesn't make much noise at all while it's unplugged, if my havin' it here is going to be an issue.//

He shrugged, and then picked out a quick little improvised tune to at least demonstrate that he was competent with the thing.

//It's my singing voice.//

[intraspective]

"No issue," she said, shrugging. "At least not from me. I like music well enough."

Anything she could sing to, really.

[furnaceface]

Jono picked out another short tune, eyeing his guitar thoughtfully while she spoke.

//There's a relief, at least. And I'll make the effort to be courteous about it. There are th'firepits outside to play near, when it isn't raining.//

If anybody thought that he'd be outside playing his Fender Strat in the rain, then they absolutely had another thing coming.

[intraspective]

"I don't think you'd be in the wrong for sayin' no to someone who told you to go outside to do it in that case," she said dryly. "A dissenting opinion don't mean you gotta listen to it."

[furnaceface]

//I suppose not,// Jono agreed, over a soft sort of strum that was starting to very suspiciously resemble Stairway To Heaven. //But it means, at the very least, that I ought to be putting my guitar away.//

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa had packed away her things in A4 -- a few of them, at least. Most she had left back in her dorm room.

Angelo, naturally, had come along, and was now sniffing the many fascinating and interesting things to smell in this new cabin. She barked any time she found something of interest.

Rinoa frowned at the rain outside. "We should do something," she decided. "Cards? I have a Triple Triad deck, and regular playing cards, too."

No pinochle deck. Someone had tried to explain it to her, once, and failed horribly.

[intraspective]

"What's Triple Triad?" Ino asked curiously, looking up from her notebook. "And hi, Rinoa."

[intraspective]

"If you wanna be nice, sure," Ino commented. Because sometimes she wasn't very nice at all. And being a brat if someone wasn't asking politely was so easy.

[furnaceface]

//Nice has little to do with it,// Jono admitted. //But I would like to be able to sleep at night without fear of what six, possibly seven upset females will have done to me or my guitar by morning.//

[intraspective]

"What a nice opinion you have of all of us," she said, sticking her tongue out. "It almost makes me want to live up to your awful expectations."

[furnaceface]

//If you touch my guitar with anything but the best of intentions, I shall have to take extreme measures,// Jono cautioned.

Which meant that if it had so much as a scratch on it, he could quite possibly cry.

[angelo_wings]

"You've never played?" Rinoa asked, glancing at the other girl with a quick smile. "You need a three-by-three mat and a starter deck. Cards have a number for each side; if you lay a card next to another one, and your number on that edge is higher than the previous one, you 'flip' it to being yours. Winner gets to pick a card from the loser's hand and keep it."

She shrugged. "My deck is still pretty small. Some people have enormous decks."

[furnaceface]

//Ah, it's you,// Jono greeted, so very pleasantly from the seat he'd claimed. //Welcome to the cabin of estrogen and me, luv. Know any good games on that regular deck?//

Because he had no idea what Triple Triad was, either.

[intraspective]

"So untrusting," she tsked. "What did I ever do to deserve that?"

[intraspective]

"Hunh," she hummed thoughtfully. "Don't think I've ever even heard of it, honestly. Maybe it's not big here? Is it popular where you were? It sounds simple enough, but..."