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."

[wasthecuteone]

"Well, there's always Pride?" Petra suggested.

[walkswithcoyote]

"I'm hoping joining that and the sorority will help, yes," Mercy said.

She bit her lip, trying to decide how brave she felt. "Maybe... maybe you could teach me how to do the scarf thing, too"

[wasthecuteone]

"I don't know," Petra said, "I don't think I'm much of a teacher. I could show you a couple of stitches, I guess, and there are a couple of really great books out there. The library might even have them."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy smiled at her. "Sounds good to me."