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Wednesday	Wednesday felt like hanging out on campus today instead of heading back to Manhattan it seems. She is sitting on the gothic in her black and crimson red gothic lolita dress with her black stockings and high heels mary janes on her feet. In her lap is a bowl of popcorn and some homemade candies are on a plate on the coffee table. Upon the TV is a romantic comedy and she is intently watch as she eats another piece of popcorn.
Penance	Monet doesn't need to 'study' per se like the other students; a mere glance at a textbook is more than enough to commit it to memory forever. But she's got a lot of catching up to do, as her education was-- until recently-- rather interrupted. She enters and seats herself at a place where she can see the television, making a small face at the romcom current playing through the speakers. Her books are set aside and a tablet propped up so she can do some shopping online. "Would you turn that drivel to a different channel, please?" she says, appending the pleasantry almost as an afterthought. "The news would be a little more useful than seeing Ryan Gosling trying to appear sincere."
Wednesday	Wednesday looks to Monet and says "Um... no. You can watch that politics drivel on your tablet. The movie is almost over anyway and it is my first time watching it. Ryan's stuff will be viral all over the internet." Her eyes glance to the tablet before back to the tv as she says "Assuming your shopping isn't more important than someone trying to appear as sincere."
Penance	"I'm using my tablet for something else," Monet points out primly, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. Shoe shopping is the 'something else'; she's piling up a cart full of goods fast enough to match the GDP of a small nation. She rolls her eyes a little when Wednesday insists on watching Gosling's performance. It's not a bad film, actually, but Monet's standards are also somewhat on the impossible side. "It's not drivel. It's a blow by blow of how our world works. Only an idiot ignores current events."
Wednesday	Wednesday comments to Monet "And only idiots think shopping is more important than current events. Takes one to know one bitch. And not changing the channel." And another piece of popcorn is eaten. She then comments "Also I have news alerts sent to my phone of anything that is important."
Penance	"Ah, yes, of course. I forgot that some of us are incapable of multitasking," Monet says, her cool tones unruffled by Wednesday's tart commentary. Indeed, her fingers flicker over the tablet without missing a beat as the two talk. Her eyes do flicker to the movie a few times while the dialogue comes and goes on screen, and a particularly dramatic upswelling of music fills the room. Despite her cynical tone, Monet's hardly tuning the movie out to the extent she'd like to pretend.
Wednesday	Wednesday comments to Monet "Oh speaking about yourself then I see. At least you know you aren't able to multi-task." Her eyes remaining focused on the movie. She sighs all dreamily as the romantic part happens where the guy chases after the girl. And once it is over, she flits to the news as she says "Now that it is over I don't mind the news being on. So... what are you shopping for anyway?"
Penance	"Shoes," Monet remarks casually. "We're coming into the fall season. Boot weather is right around the corner and Paris and Milan are having a back and forth about stilettos versus cavalry heels. I want to be ready either way," she says, in her rolling Monagasque accentals. "There's nothing more vexing than showing up to a formal event completely out of vogue, or-- god forbid, wearing the same boots two occassions in a row."
Wednesday	Wednesday shrugs her shoulders as she says "I guess? I just wear what I want and don't let others dictate my way of dressing. If they don't like it, they don't have to wear it after all. Kinda surprised /you/ let others dictate what you wear."
Penance	Monet looks Wednesday over, head to toe, with a flickering examination from her exotically hued eyes. "Yes, you certainly are the only person who could wear that," she murmurs, one immaculate brow hiking pointedly. "Self expression is a fine sentiment for the masses, but true couture embraces the novelty of what's new and in vogue all at once. There's no joy in victory if one plays only by their own rules," Monet sniffs. "It's better to wear it best than an excuse not to wear it at all."
Wednesday	Wednesday shrugs a bit and says "I like it. I think it makes me look cute and so does my boyfriend. And I think I do wear this best. If you wish to be true couture though, that is all on you. I prefer more obscure designers anyway. Ones that make the gothic fashions I am so fond of."
Penance	"Well, it is a free country," Monet says, flashing a faux smile at Wednesday. "At least, that's what the Yanks like to bang on about during their beer-fueled NASCAR rallies." "The goth look certainly is an interesting import from Japan," she says, shifting in her seat; she's wearing strappy wedges and designer jeans that must have cost as much as a sofa, displaying an immaculate pedicure. "And you say your boyfriend enjoys it? That is the brass ring, as they say," she muses.
Wednesday	Wednesday rolls her eyes and says "Yeah.. that stuff is... yuck.. I don't get NASCAR, like wooo sometimes a crash happens and it is exciting but other than that like... you are just making left turns at high speeds. I think it would be more fun to race on a real road than in a damned circle." She shrugs and says "Well.. he noticed me cause of the way I dress so I don't think it is. And he use to be goth himself. I just feel most comfortable like this. I am suppose to catch a movie with him later. And... what do you mean by brass ring?"
Penance	"That is a Yankee idiom, is it not?" Monet asks, in her cultured European accent. "To seize the brass ring-- ahh... to win a prize, or a second trip around," she explains. "The entire point of clothing is to attract and entice, after all. If clothing doesn't serve that function, then what's the point? We might as well all wear paper bags," she sniffs haughtily.
Wednesday	Wednesday shakes her head no and comments "It is not, at least not one I have heard of before. And I guess it is a prize. He is my first boyfriend ever but he is very sweet to me." She pauses for a bit before she asks "Some think clothing is more just to hide naughty bits than it is for like enticement. So do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Anything like that? And... didn't Lady Gaga eventually have a dress made out of paper bags? I mean she did that whole wearing meat thing and all."
Penance	"At the moment, I am blissfully unattached," Monet assures Wednesday. Her long fingers dance over the tablet and she switches over to a clothes blog-- but she does keep one eye turned to the ticker on the news channel in the corner of the room. "I don't have anything positive to remark about Lady Gaga's choice of clothing. I'd go in my own skin before wearing something as gauche as that meatsuit," she sniffs. "There is a difference between artistic fashion on the runway and what ends up at Sak's. 'Lady GaGa' never got that memoradum, it would seem."
Wednesday	Wednesday snickers a bit and says "I never said she would end up at Sak's I think she is extremely tacky and does that to generate attention and a spotlight in the camera. Cause everyone was talking about it for a while. I though it was tacky. I think she is tacky though." She shrugs softly and looks back to the tv, wrinkling her nose a bit at a report about someone trying to keep sharks in a New York basement with 7 out of the 10 sharks still alive and she comments "Think that whoever was keeping those sharks was trying to become some new secret villian and got bored?"
Penance	Monet gives the news ticker an uninterested glance, and rolls her eyes slightly. "Who knows. Maybe he's a compulsive hoarder," she suggests. "They might have an entire aquarium down there. Koi ponds and lobster tanks." "Have they looked for shark-mounted laser artillery?" she asks in a tone that would be light if it weren't so heavily laden with ascerbic wit.
Wednesday	Wednesday shrugs and says "Maybe but apparently the basement was just filled with water and appartently they broke down the wall between that and the pool and have a hammerhead, 2 bull sharks and 7 tiger sharks. No other tanks at all. And I have heard of it. Kinda why I hope to never meet a villian who has a shark tank." She shudders at the very thought.
Penance	"How ghastly," Monet mutters, tossing her raven black hair behind her shoulder with a lazy flick of her wrist. "The scent of all that brine must have been nearly intolerable. And sharks make poor pets anyway; they're hardly cuddly," she points out. "Exotic wildlife sales, maybe, or something equally nefarious. There are people who wish to keep endangered species as exotic pets, though given real estate prices in this area I wonder how cost effective that operation truely could have been," she says, wryly.
Wednesday	Wednesday nods a bit and says "Right? I dunno how they would have even handled it. Maybe that is why they abandoned it. And I assume it was run poorly if three sharks were dead. If I really wanted something exotic as a pet, I would want an Ocelot or a fox. The Ocelot I think would just scare people a lot though and it is a wild animal and not a tame house cat. The fox however... I am sure I could get away with it a lot easier in my building."
Penance	"Then, the shedding," Monet points out with an arched brow. "I can't even imagine. Ocelot hair everywhere, fox fur on my jackets--" she shudders. "I prefer fur in my closet to be something like a nice mink stole. Or a half-cape made of some exotic pelt. Pets are best kept outdoors or in stables. I adore my horses, but I should die if they were to live in the house with us," she sniffs.
Wednesday	Wednesday laughs a bit and says "I hadn't thought about the shedding but that can easily be remedied honestly. I don't own anything of real fur personally. And you ride? Have you met Dani? She has an amazing horse, he likes sugar cubes." A giggle then escapes her mouth.
Penance	"I've been riding from the time I was six," Monet informs Wednesday, urbanely. The two women sit a little distance apart; Monet's dressed in a halter top and jeans she was surely poured into, all designer labels with a pair of high heeled wedges that probably cost half a mortgage payment. She's at the side table, offset slightly from the sofa in front of the television, which Wednesday currently occupies. Monet glances at her tablet and dismisses a notification, fingers scraping leisurely across the glass while she orders more clothing online. Her approach is certainly a shotgun one; buy one of everything, and return or discard what you don't like.
Wednesday	Wednesday nods softly and points out "So I take it you haven't met Dani and her awesome horse yet then huh? You really should. I think it may even put your horses to shame." Wednesday is wearing a black and crimson red gothic lolita dress with her black stockings and high heels mary janes on her feet. In her lap is a bowl of popcorn and some homemade candies are on a plate on the coffee table. The news is on the TV which she isn't paying any attention to right now.
Lexi Nemo	The other girl grumbles a bit, wearing a comfortable black tank top and grey athletic sweat shorts, and is otherwise bare armed, legged, and footed. "If Dani didn't need ta sleep we could just watch it upstairs..." she grumbles a bit, then pauses as she sees the others. "Oh, hey...'sup?" She smiles at Wednesday, who she knows and looks at the other girl curiously. "Uh, sorry, didn't mean ta interrupt..."
Penance	Monet gives Lexi and Tabitha both a look that is a scathing commentary on their attire. If Wednesday thought Monet was giving her the business, the lounge pants and cheap tank top elicit a wordless castigation of Tabi and Lexi's fashion choices. "You didn't mean to, but you managed to anyway," Monet informs Lexi, bluntly. "We're discussing fashion and watching the evening news," she explains, lifting the point of her heart-shaped chin at the television set. The prim, haughty Monagasque woman looks back at Wednesday. "No, I haven't yet made Dani's acquaintance," she concedes, finally. "I was unimpressed with the offerings of the stable when I first arrived; I'm considering bringing some of my horses over from their stable in Monte-Carlo."
Wednesday	Wednesday's phone goes off and she looks annoyed as she says "Sorry I... gotta take this. I will catch you guys later. Remote is on the couch and feel free to nom on some of the candy I made!" The popcorn is set down next to it and she dashes out of the rec room.