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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"And if I follow all these suggestions, would that set me on the road to cute and adorable?" Sam wondered, snickering. "I'm not drawing whiskers on my face or sewing a tail on my pants so don't even suggest that."

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"You could start wearing fake fur," Jocelyn suggested in lieu of the whiskers. "Then you'd be all huggable like a teddy bear."

She was seriously having this conversation, yes.

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"That's assuming someone wants to hug me," Sam pointed out, thinking that the obvious problem here. His lack of fur, fake or not, wasn't a big deal, apparently. "I don't give off the huggable vibe."

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"Well, you could work on that too," she teased, not disagreeing with him mostly because it wasn't exactly her place.

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"I'm too lazy for that," Sam decided, waving a hand at her. "I'd have to find some fake fur, drape myself in it and go out and find someone to hug me. I don't know, I think I'd feel like...like some sort of Chuck E Cheese mascot. Worst job in the world, if you ask me. Kids are brutal."

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Chuck E Cheese was completely outside her frame of reference, but what he meant was fairly clear anyway. "I think just walking about in a fake fur suit would cause spontaneous hugging," Jocelyn decided. "That wouldn't be so hard to test." She considered some more. "Or possibly someone trying to kill you. Maybe it is a bad idea."

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"Walking around this place in fake fur is just gonna mean people have to deal with the stink of fake wet fur," Sam pointed out. "And if that happened, I'd blame you and people might come at you with pitchforks. Or maybe they'd just thank you for making me looks ridiculous enough to laugh at."

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"Pft pitchforks," she waved off the possible threat. "Please, anyone who uses a pitchfork to fight with is totally insane anyway."

She grinned over at him. "You know, I could live with either of the outcomes."

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"You're mean," Sam decided but didn't really mean. "And now I think I wouldn't even put on the fuzzy furry ears unless you did. What's good for the goose is good for the gander and you, Jocelyn, are the gander in this case. I wanna laugh at you too."

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"I'm a mean male goose," Jocelyn repeated, torn between laughing and pretend glaring at him. "You so know what to say to a girl."

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"...yes!" Sam said, deciding just go with it. Honestly, he hadn't been really sure what a gander was until she'd out and out told him. "You're a mean male goose and I'm eloquent. It's just how things work in this world. It's the status quo."

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"Rather be a gander than a drowned rat, Mr. Eloquence," she shot back, still laughing.

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"I think you're just committed to me being a rat so you won't have to admit I'm cute and adorable," Sam argued lightly. "What're you gonna do when I full dry off? Just call me a rat. That would hurt my feelings."

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"Nah, then I'll call you a mongoose," Jocelyn decided.

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"And I'll continue to think you're mean," Sam retorted. "So, looks like we're at an impossible impasse."

Sam smiled before adding, "Gander."

[Have a good one! And thank you!]