Room 511, Monday Afternoon

[wasthecuteone]

After her class with the teachers of UST-for-great-justice, Petra had gone back to her room, missing her parents and Tiara and feeling kind of low. Since that was completely unproductive, she decided to do something. Sew something, maybe. Or, wait, she had a better idea. Like most of the world, she'd missed out on Missoni for Target, which was tragic, because Target fashion was about as far as her budget extended most of the time. But that was fine, because she was a DIY-er. She'd make her own damn scarf. And then maybe a hat and some armwarmers, too, if she got really excited.

She hauled the box containing yarn and knitting and crocheting stuff out from under her bed and settled down to make critical pattern and color combination decisions. Anyone walking by in the hallway who happened to look in would find Petra sitting on the floor, surrounded by what looked like the scene of a yarn bomb explosion and deep in thought, with this 'Lady Gaga' person Kenzi had introduced her to's music wafting at a respectful-of-her-neighbors volume from her laptop.

((Open door, open post!))

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[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy was returning to her room and heard the music coming from the open door. Her nose told her she knew the occupant, Petra, from the Pride club, so she knocked on the door frame, eyes wide at the colorful yarn everywhere.

"Um, hey... what's up?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Hey," Petra said. "Mercy, right? I'm making a scarf!" She looked at the disaster zone around her. "...eventually."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy nodded. "That's me."

She looked around at the mess and smiled. "If there was much more you might never find your way out."

[wasthecuteone]

"I know where everything goes," Petra said, surveying the mess. "I just have to decide what I'm doing. Which means I need to see everything."

[walkswithcoyote]

"I get that," Mercy said. "Sometimes when you've taken an engine apart it just looks like a huge disaster, but I know where everything goes in the end."

[wasthecuteone]

"Well, I know exactly nothing about engines, so that's pretty cool," Petra said.

[walkswithcoyote]

She laughed. "I wouldn't have the first idea how to turn all of that into a scarf! I learned about cars after I crashed my guardian's Porsche. Sort of community service."

[wasthecuteone]

"Your guardian had a Porsche? And you crashed it?"

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy winced. "Yeah, rebellious youth and all that. In my defense, he did practically dare me to take it out."

She considered that. "Okay, not much of a defense, but it made sense at the time. And he practically killed me for it."

[wasthecuteone]

That...sounded an awful lot like abuse to Petra. "Oh my God," she said. "Well, I'm glad you're here now!"

[walkswithcoyote]

Not that kind of practically killed. Though, being a werewolf, if he'd really wanted to...

"Me too. I was grounded for ages and spent every second of my spare time working on fixing it with Charles, kind of started to like it." She shrugged.

[wasthecuteone]

"Too bad there aren't any cars on the island, I guess," Petra said. "What else do you like doing, since that's not really an option?"

[walkswithcoyote]

"I read. I run alot and do some working out." She looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm kind of still trying to just figure out how to fit in outside of Aspen Creek. Not always successfully."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi wandered up a few floors, and down the halls, fingers trailing along the wall as she looked for open doors. She poked her head into Petra's door and said, "Hey. Ooo. Craftiness."

[wasthecuteone]

"Hey, Kenzi," Petra said. "Yeah, there's gonna be a scarf. You know. Eventually." Right now there was raw scarf material.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"And Gaga, ha. What do you think?" Kenzi plopped down in the middle of the color explosion, and looked around like she was on an alien planet. A random bit of yellow yard got wound in between her fingers. "And have you seen pix of her shoes yet? I couldn't wear the rest of it, but the shoes...! They're on their own planet of weird."

[wasthecuteone]

"The shoes are amazing," Petra agreed. "I don't see how she walks in half of them--well, I found a bunch of photos of her almost falling over, so I guess the answer is 'badly'--but, amazing. And, I mean, I like the music. It's definitely catchy. Did she really wear a dress made out of meat?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"She really really did," Kenzi said in amused grossed-out-ness. "Which, it looked good. If you didn't know what it was." She grinned. "I still want the really tall black boots. I could use the inches." She gave Petra considering look. "You could donate some, you know."

[wasthecuteone]

"No, I like being tall, you can't have them," Petra said. "The giant feet I could do with changing. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find size eleven heels that don't look like ass? On a budget?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I... do not," Kenzi admitted, studying Petra's feet. "But I'm kinda glad you have bigger feet, 'cause you could loan my big-footed boyfriend shoes when someone took off with his. Thank you for that. Seriously."

[wasthecuteone]

"Oh, you're dating Toby?" Petra asked as she moved this purple and that green next to each other so she could decide if they went together. "That's cool. And, I mean, I couldn't just let him run around barefoot for forever, which was apparently his plan A." She looked over at Kenzi, wrinkling her nose. "Boys."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Yup!" Kenzi beamed, winding pink in between the fingers on her other hand. "A few weeks now. And why are they so ... gaaah?" Kenzi rolled her eyes. "I offered to swipe or buy him some, but he was being all honest and saying he could wear your purples until he could buy new ones." She grinned a little. Maybe she wasn't actually mad that Toby had his pride.

[wasthecuteone]

"See, and my first suggestion before I realized we wear the same size was to go get some two-dollar flip-flops from the convenience store," Petra said. "They don't even have to be fancy shoes, but you need shoes, you know? But I was happy to loan him mine. I had others, for one thing."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"I do not get boys." Kenzi thought of Peter and Topher as well as Toby. "I hang with them, but they're still a mystery... and that was still a cool thing to do. Lots of people wouldn't. Or didn't notice." She wasn't looking at Petra. She was threading green between her thumbs in a cat's cradle. She peeked sideways at Petra. "So I owe you a solid, you know?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Please, you totally don't owe me anything," Petra said, rolling her eyes. "Like I said, I couldn't just let him run around barefoot."