Immediately After Class (Open.)

[Miranda Suery]

Mira was walking through the halls of the university, heading to the student lounge. A month into class and she already had mid-terms to worry about. Never mind the labs she had to attend and write up - she was swamped, to say the least.

A beige trench coat was wrapped around her slender body, a simple pair of slacks and runners was all that could be seen. She couldn't get to the absolutely soft, comfy couch soon enough. There was never anyone there this early, not at nine thirty. Most students didn't want to go to class until after lunch. Miranda would just prefer to get it out of the way, and have the rest of the day to do as she pleased. She just finished Calculus, and she really wanted to just have a few moments to herself, taking the next hour to relax and prepare herself for Biology.

But today, there was someone stretched out on her couch, and they seemed to be asleep. Great Miranda thought to herself, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. If she didn't sit down soon, she felt like she was going to collapse to the floor. The bag slung across the center of her body, pulling on her left side more than the other.

"You're in my spot," she said, but she really didn't expect them to move. In fact, she would probably just end up sitting somewhere else.

[Reggie Earle]

It had been a crazy month of non-stop assignments. How someone could accumulate so many assignments in a language course was beyond Reggie but she suddenly had a lot. It was pulling her a ways away from her boyfriend, which was something Reggie didn't quite like since she loved spending time with RC.

He was understanding of her situation though, and for that she would be eternally grateful. But it didn't make things any less frustrating for the twenty year old. In addition to that, Reggie was getting less and less sleep, which was weird since she always stuck to her sleeping schedule, no matter what. So really, it just made Reggie so cranky.

She had even taken to sleeping at the most inappropriate places. She dozed off twice standing in line at the cafeteria and once, her eyeliner drew a crooked line down one side of her cheek! She was grateful she was standing in front of a mirror that time.

All in all, it hadn't been a good month for Reggie, which was how the redhead found Reggie half hanging off the student lounge couch. She was halfway through waking up already when someone spoke from behind her. Getting up from the couch, she turned and pushed her hair out of her face. "Oh...I'm sorry!" She laughed nervously, getting up completely off the couch and looking around to settle elsewhere.

Not finding anywhere else quite so comfortable than the couch, she turned to the girl sheepishly. "Mind if I steal a bit of your spot? Massive headache and the couch is so super comfortable."

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda’s eyes grew wide in surprise, since she didn’t expect the girl to bolt right up and off the couch. Now she felt sort of bad, no matter how much she wanted the couch to herself. Both relieved and irritated with Reggie’s suggestion, she managed a smile and a nod. “Sure, I guess this isn’t my house or anything,” she offered, taking up about half of one of the cushions as she sat down.

Opening up her bag, she took out her notebook from Biology, planning on fingering through the highlighted sections. Midterms were right around the corner, and Mira wanted to be ready for them. The brunette looked at the sleepy girl from the corner of her eye, a thought coming to mind. She reached into her bag once more and pulled out a small bottle of Advil, offering it to her schoolmate. “Massive headache and Advil usually equates to no headache,” she said, a half smile on her face, her grey eyes sympathetic.

Miranda didn’t have time for friends, nor did she wanted them, but she sure wasn’t acting that way.

[Reggie Earle]

Relieved that the girl was willing to share her spot with her, Reggie curled up on the other end of the couch, her leg tucked under her. She was still feeling a little drowsy so she moved downwards a little bit to accomodate her head on the armrest. With her eyes closed, she hoped she wasn't bothering the other girl. She sure hoped she didn't snore!

Her dark brown eyes flew open at the other girl's voice and she tilted her head to face the other girl, a smile forming on her lips when she saw the bottle of medicine. "Thank you. So much." Reggie grinned widely as she got up, reaching a hand toward the bottle. "May I?" She asked hesitantly.

As an afterthought, she changed the position of her hand to give the other girl's a shake. "Sorry, my manners have apparently run off with my sleep. I'm Reggie."

[Miranda Suery]

Great, now Miranda was just bothering girl, when she obviously needed rest. Still, her outstretched hand holding the drugs signified that the offer remained. She honestly thought the floor would be a better spot for a catnap, particularly if there was a window with the sun shining through nearby, but she wasn’t about to let that thought be known.

“Be my guest,” she replied, a small smile on her face as she shook the bottle in front of the other girl, almost like one would tease a cat with its new toy. Miranda took the girls hand with her free one, shaking it gently. “Miranda, first year here,” she said regally, not that it was necessary, it just felt right to say.

“I don’t usually see you here this early,” or ever... she said, trying to be friendly and nice. Mira let the bottle of Advil lie on the cushion between them, the offer still stood, a kind of white flag to show that the brunette really wasn’t as angry as Reggie might have first assumed. She was here to take a break before class after all, why couldn’t that include talking with a complete stranger?

[Reggie Earle]

Taking the bottle, she shook two pills out of it and handed it back to the other girl...Miranda. What a sweet name. "Oh you're new! Welcome to U of V. I'm no welcome party but I could probably throw some imaginary confetti your way." She lamely "threw confetti" over Miranda before popping the pills.

Rummaging through her backpack, she finally found the bottle of water she had bought earlier. Drinking the pills down, she turned to the other girl and smiled at her remark. "I don't usually come here for a nap." She admitted sheepishly. "The couch just looked so tempting." Chuckling, she screwed back the bottle cap and dumped the bottle in her bag.

"So, do you have a preference to what you want to be called? Or is it just Miranda?" Reggie asked curiously.

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda held her smile, holding her breath as though she expected to feel said imaginary confetti fall over her shoulders. Sometimes being in university could really mess up your normal every day functions. The brunette took her pill bottle back, putting it back in her bag. At least one of them had been prepared, but if she had been in Reggie's shoes, she would have just stayed in bed.

Patting the couch thoughtfully, Mira said one more thing before her concentration went to that of her notebooks. "It's the best couch in the lounge," she said, speaking from experience. It wasn't as though she had went around the entire lounge, testing every couch, but she had tried a couple other spots, but this was the best location. It was comfy, and it was quiet. Except now.

Miranda's grey eyes hovered over her written notes, trying to decide what was most important to remember. "Miranda is fine," she said, her voice held distraction as her eye whizzed down the page. She was a natural academic, and her intelligence came easily without much effort. She would have this whole page memorized in no time, even though she was also ignoring her company.

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie took the girl's curt replies as a sign that she needed time to herself. The older girl understood that need so she curled up on herself, tucking her feet under her once more and pulled her sweater around her, ready to go back to sleep.

Though she should have gone back to her dorm and called in sick.

"Miranda it is," Reggie said groggily. The meds were definitely kicking in. That was fast. "You can call me Kirby." She offered mindlessly. "Carter calls me Kirby."

[OOC: Aha >_< I seriously do not know where this came from but ENJOY ^^]

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda sent the girl a sideways glance. Well, that was odd to say the least. Just what was she talking about? Number one, why 'Kirby'? And number two, who was Carter? She raised an eyebrow, looking over the sleepy girl again. She definitely didn't look like a lovable, pink Mario character.

"Kirby?" She questioned, a half smile rose to her face after saying it. She couldn't help it, who wouldn't smirk after hearing someone confess to being known as Kirby? She wasn't about who Carter was though, that seemed inappropriate and useless.

Miranda closed her notebook again, finally realizing how rude she was bring. Yes Reggie was half asleep, but she could at least give kirb- ahem, her, some attention before she nodded off completely.

(OOC: It's adorable really. Miranda needs some coaxing out of her shell)

[Reggie Earle]

It was unfortunate that Miranda's question came right as Reggie was incredibly half-witted. But at least the whole telling a stranger about her "food-inhaling" altar ego, that "just so happened to turn pink every once in awhile" complete with girlish giggles would ensue.

"Oh well!" Giggle number one.

"So I hit puberty the most interesting way anyone could possibly hit puberty. But before that," giggle number two. "Lemme tell you about my eating habits. So it dates way back when I was like...two and half years old. Carter would try and feed me some baby food and instead of nomming on it," giggle number three. "Nomming. What a funny word. Anyway, 'stead of nomming on it, I inhaled. You know, like Kirby! And then it got to a point where I could play video games. And I would play Kirby for like hours and hours just inhaling things! And Carter thought it was pretty funny to call me Kirby. And then! I turned pink all over when I hit puberty! Tadaaa!"

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda raised an eyebrow as Reggie began ranting. It was pretty obvious she hadn’t slept that well in quite a long time. Either that, or her personally was just bubbly all the time. The force field controller could’ve done without the sentence starting with, “So I hit puberty”, they were in university, surely everyone was past those kind of things.

A small smirk danced across her face though, the image of Kirby inhaling food, being put on Reggie was pretty amusing. The combination of the image and the word ‘nomming’ had put the brunette in a good mood. The whole pink all over thing caught her off guard though. “Pink, all over?” She asked for clarification, wondering if a blush could even reach all over one’s body. The neck and ears maybe, the face for sure. Maybe Reggie was talking about something else.

Miranda shifted her position to sit with her legs crossed under her, paying Reggie much attention. The girl really would keep talking now, and while Mira was more comfortable with silence, she was curious. She had to know what the other girl was talking about.

[Reggie Earle]

The other girl's incredulous statement brought a sleepy nod and a yawn from Reggie who sat back up, her eyes half covered with her eyelids. "Yush. Pink all over." She gestured to her whole body haphazardly.

Reggie leaned in close and cupped a hand by her mouth and whispered. "You see...I am a chameleon." And with that she giggled and laid her head down on the arm rest. "My skin changes colour according to my mood. I mean I can control it of course. But...like sometimes when I'm really angry, I just turn into a ripe strawberry!" She giggled again.

"But ssshhh!" She pitched forward to press a finger against Miranda's lips briefly. "It's a secret so you're not allowed to tell anybody. Anybody." She hissed conspiratorially.

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda nearly went cross eyed as she watched Reggie put her finger up to her lips. Turning colors wasn't exactly normal, so the brunette could understand why she was supposed to keep this under wraps. But neither was the ability to make force fields, although her abnormality seemed slightly better.

With that, the brunette projected a small force field to push away Reggie's finger, a small grin on her face. "You wouldn't happen to be a meta yet, would you?" She asked, adjusting the notes on her lap once more. In fact, why not put them away? Miranda did so, glancing back at the girl. Now she was very interested in the girl before her.

She liked strawberries.

[Reggie Earle]

It might have been due to the Advil really kicking in that Reggie thought her finger moved away from Miranda on its own accord. "Miranda is a meta!" did not even cross her mind. Not even when the other girl asked if Reggie herself was a meta and Reggie shushed her, her eyes squinting shut from the effort of her shushing.

"Is supposed to be a secret Mirara!" Reggie giggled, lying back down on the armrest with her eyes closed. "I'd show you but, I don't want the colour to stick on to me for too long." She nodded against the armrest.

[Miranda Suery]

Miranda smiled politely, laughing to herself. This Reggie was a character, and that was saying the least. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, I’m a meta too,” she finally said. She raised her hand, and a small force field rose around herself and the third of the couch she was sitting on. “Try and touch me, I dare you,” she said with a smirk, keeping her hand raised. The field was invisible, but if Reggie tried to touch her now, it would be like hitting an invisible wall.

“Go on,” Miranda egged the other girl on. There were lots of metas in the area, and Mira wasn’t sure what Reggie was so paranoid about, but she had a feeling the combination of sleepiness and the caffeine from the Advil didn’t help matters.