room 216 ; thursday afternoon

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The constant rain made skateboarding hard. Sam had tried earlier this morning and had just gotten soaked and nearly killed for his troubles. Nearly skating into one of those...robot things wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. The cyborgs had just registered as a hollow outline in his head, proving that there wasn't life, not even undead, in them.

It hadn't taken him long to pick up his board and beat feet back to the dorms. His soaked clothes had been wrung out as much as possible and then dropped into his hamper. Laundry would have to happen soon. For now, he'd found a worn pair of shorts and a t-shirt which meant he could put the laundry thing off for another day or two.

There was a record spinning on his turntable but he'd turned it low even if The Clash was really meant to be blasted.

Sam was just moving to sit down on his bed when Ashley suddenly appeared, Blackberry in hand. She went to say something but stopped while she listened. The face she made wasn't a good one, Sam could tell.

"They were overrated," Ashley decided with a frown. "Overrated and loud."

"I like them," Sam said lamely.

"Yeah, and you also like lettuce wraps," Ashley pointed out in a tone that clearly said he was crazy for that. "You're not the best judge of things."

Sam groaned and shook his head. "Something I can do for you, Ashley?"

"Been practicing?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam figured she already knew the answer.

"It's not like I can just draw a circle in my room here and raise the dead," Sam pointed out. So, that was a no.

"Sam." Ashley glared at him. "You're never going to be able to deal with all this power if you don't practice. God, I'm not saying raise zombies everyday but if the dead, they're gonna get kind of wary of you if you don't know what you're doing."

"I know." And he did. That was why he wasn't looking at Ashley. "I'll work on it."

"I'll believe that when I see it," Ashley said. "Remember, the Council's meeting in about a week. You're expected there."

"Yeah." Sam scratched his cheek. "I'll be there."

"Good." Ashley said crisply. Again, it looked like she might say something but then she just blinked out and Sam was left sitting on his bed and frowning at the floor.

[Door & post are open! Cut for length because I got wordy. Remember, if you're a regular human, you're not going to see Ashley unless you get close enough to Sam. So, squirrels, it's like he's just talking to the air.]

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"Hey," Stan said, jerking his chin up in the widely recognized symbol of 'sup?' as he stood in the doorway. "You're Butter's roommate?"

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"That would be me," Sam said, shaking his head to scatter his thoughts away before glancing over at the door. "Who else would be in his room, sitting on a bed that wasn't his? Worst burglar ever?"

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"That would be a pretty shitty burglar," Stan granted him. "I mean, you could at least have a sack with a dollar sign on it so its clear to everyone."

A beat.

"Or pick a more expensive looking room to steal from."

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"A sack with a dollar sign on it?" Sam repeated, almost laughing. "Wow, either I'd be a cartoon or an idiot. I don't know which one I'd prefer."

No wait, he did know. "Yeah, I don't wanna be either of those. I'm just his roommate, Sam. No idea where Butters is though."

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At least it wasn't Burger King he was being accused of stealing. Shuck'em muck'em!

"Was he dressed up like an animal when you last saw him?"

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"Uh." That question drew Sam up short and he scratched his head in the prototypical gesture of confusion. "I don't think so. Does he tend to dress up as animals? Halloween's not for another few months unless this is some other religious thing and in that case, uh, more power to him, I guess."

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"Nah, he just has a tendency to do stupid shit if people tell him to. He's probably fine then." Probably. Because that might not stop anyone for doing something weird. "We're from the same town."

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"You're Stan." Sam remembered Butters mentioning Stan's name during some of the...really weird (and from him, that was saying something) stories about Butters had.

"Which means you know the hated Cartman guy too," Sam deduced. "He that much of an ass or is Butters just exaggerating to get my sympathy?"

He didn't think anyone could exaggerate those stories but, well, he was a smartass sometimes.

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"One time, he tried to exterminate the Jews by using that Passion movie."

That might answer the question.

"He's a fat fuck that people only put up with because they have to."

[sedlexduralex.livejournal.com]

She'd heard Sam's voice as she walked by and was about to keep going instead of interrupting whatever conversation he was having. But a quick glance inside didn't reveal anyone other than Sam so Jocelyn stopped to say hi.

"I guess being from Seattle means you can still look like a drowned rat," she commented, smiling a little. "Hey."

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"Even Seattle doesn't get rain like this," Sam said, forgetting about his conversation with Ashley and giving her a half smile. "I guess drowned rat's better than..."

No, it really wasn't better than anything at all. "No, drowned rat's pretty much the ground floor there. Hey there."

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"Drowned squirrel or kitten or something just doesn't flow as well," she pointed out. "And soaked terrier sounds silly."

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"But, they would make me sound cute and adorable," Sam pointed out though he was mostly joking. "No one thinks a rat is cute and adorable."

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Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. "So you'd rather be thought of as cute and adorable?"

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"If the other option is an ugly drowned rat?" Sam asked before nodding. "Yeah, I think I'd go with cute and adorable over that. Be a little better for the reputation I don't have."

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"I always thought guys wanted their reputations to be handsome and debonair," she pointed out, her hands in the pockets of her skirt. "Gentlemanly even."

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"Those three words have never been used to describe," Sam said, chuckling. "I've heard slacker, lazy, unmotivated, undisciplined, moronic."

Sam stopped when he realized he was listing those traits off on his fingers. "You get the idea. I don't even know if I know what debonair means. Sounds like a shampoo."

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Ever since his conversation with Sam, Toby has been wondering if maybe he ought to mention something about that whole necromancer... thing... as well as the fact that Toby knew about it due to, well, reading Sam's thoughts. He'd finally settled on sucking it up and fessing up, so. Here he was, knocking on sam's doorframe and peering into the room. "Hey, man. You got a minute?"

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"I think I might even have a few minutes," Sam said, waving him in. "What's up, Toby? Enjoying the weather?"

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Toby made a face. Ever since Try Not To Die class and his little freakout there he'd avoided going outside whenever possible, let alone over to the city. "I miss Egypt already," e admitted.

[on tiny phone internets so slowish for a bit, but I was too impatient to wait till I got home damnit.]

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"That place was a little too hot for me," he replied, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "I don't like this rain but I don't like swimming in my own sweat either. It's not an enchanting musk."

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"Yeah, I'm just not gonna comment on your musk," Toby decided. "That's not really my thing."

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"Don't worry, I don't usually say things like that either," Sam admitted with a shake of his head. "I think the rain's getting to me in all the bad ways. I've got wet socks and a scrambled brain."

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"Which, uh. Is sort of what brings me here," Toby admitted. "...Not your socks. But your brain. Or your thoughts, actually." he was babbling. He knew he was babbling. But he'd never had to really explain this telepathy thing to anyone before.

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"My thoughts?" Sam asked, tilting his head. The babbling was making it hard to figure out what he might mean so Sam didn't try. "What about them? You don't want a penny for them, do you?"