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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[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?"

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Well, thanks." Petra was good people. But if she didn't want to make a deal of it, Kenzi would drop it. But remember it. "I still wanna find whoever stole his shoes and dangle them out the second-floor windows. Who does that?" She made a face as the green got tangled up, and she had to stop and unknot it. "Even my family has standards."

[wasthecuteone]

"It was that weekend everyone was crazytown," Petra pointed out. "So they might not have, like, been themselves? But you would hope that when they came to their senses on Monday they would've given them back. Maybe they lost them or something, but then they should at least fess up."

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"Hunh." Kenzi made a face. "Yeah, okay, that makes more sense of why in the first place, but you're right, I mean, the least they could do is tie them to Toby's doorknob and run now. Unless they did lose them." The yellow was off one hand, and now the green was unknotted. "You weren't crazy at all that weekend, were you? So not fair."

[wasthecuteone]

"No, I've been lucky so far," Petra said. "Thank God. I don't know what I would have done if...anyway. Hey, don't mess up my yarn."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"If?" Kenzi paused, getting the pink off her hand and winding it back up again. "Ohhh. Duh. I didn't even think of -- were you thinking about the weekend the girls were guys?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Yeah, nothing happened to me and I still kind of freaked out. Kind of at Rosella. I really need to apologize to her." Petra shrugged. "Issues. I have them. But at least I know it, right?"

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Kenzi considered, then nodded. "Yeah. That's the thing. You know your issues. Other people can deal with theirs. It makes you a lot easier to deal with than the people who don't know or won't admit they have them." She shrugged and looked consideringly at the yarn. "Some of mine involve sitting still."

[wasthecuteone]

"You have to go to therapy," Petra said. "Not, you, you. Me. I had to go to therapy so a professional could sign off that yep, I'm trans, before I could start hormone therapy and be eligible for surgery and all. Even though I, you know, already knew it and didn't need to be told or anything. It's just a stupid regulation. Anyway. Here." She grabbed a remnant of blue yarn that probably wasn't long enough to do anything with. "Tie this in knots instead."

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"Cool." Kenzi started happily braiding the yarn to itself, and then making knots. "When did you know? Or. Hmm." She frowned, winding the blue while she thought about what she was asking. "When did you know you'd need to do a whole ton of complicated and maybe-scary stuff to make the outside match the inside?"

[wasthecuteone]

"I think I figured that part out when I was about ten," Petra said. "So I did what anyone in my situation would do and joined a preteen boy band." This with an almost sly smile on her face. "It almost worked out great, but then our manager embezzled all our money and The Corporation replaced us with Hot Vampire Boyz. What's hot about vampires, I ask you?"

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"Seriously?" Kenzi asked, incredulous. Partly that now she knew two teen pop stars. Partly at ... "Vampires. Are so 20th Century. Come on!"

[wasthecuteone]

Petra rolled her eyes in agreement. "I know, right? What's hot about a pasty room-temperature guy who wants to kill you? But apparently hot trolls are where it's at, now. That's why Captains Bodacious got canceled, which is a travesty of epic proportions."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi's brain tried to rear to the back of her skull. "Trolls? Like the janitor?! Ew ew ew... Wait. Captains Bodacious." She savored the words. "Would there be... leather pants, on this show?"

[wasthecuteone]

"There would," Petra confirmed. "And blousy open shirts, and wind-tousled hair and sexy stubble..." she sighed. "It's The Corporation's hit reality show about British boarding school boys who witness a crime and run away to become rock star pirates." So, special version of 'reality.' "It's like, TV heroin. I actually know some of the cast; they screwed up and wrecked their ship on the island we were already stranded on." Mentioning she'd dated their captain would probably be bragging.