#aastuck open

Jill had been present on the campus for what already felt like a millennium, but in reality, was probably only a few hours. Not that she really kept track, there was the absence of a clock in her room at the moment. The object had been taken down so that she could replace the batteries, only to realize she hadn’t brought any with her, so it had to wait. A watch did hang loosely around her wrist,but the object had been neglected since she go there, a lost memory in the back of her head. An anxious wringing of her hands had her standing in the middle of her unshared room, presence all but uncomfortable. Her side of the room had been unpacked, everything she’d carried along with her settled into it’s respective place. Finally she felt secure enough in partaking in an adventure outside of the dorm room, into the unknown of Alternia Academy.

Gathering what she felt she would need, a notebook that she planned on writing notes about the school in, and a pencil. she inhaled deeply, once, twice, before stepping outside of the room, door closing behind her. Now the adventure begins. Footsteps carried the meek girl down the hallway, green gaze flickering as she glanced around for any physical signs of life.Honestly it was Jill’s mission to keep going until she was absolutely required to speak to anyone, just to keep herself out of the loop. It would be infinitely better that way, not only for her, but for whoever was cursed with the punishment of talking to her.

Terezi was a little bit giddy. She’d just finished all the work she had assigned plus a book she’d been enjoying all the way up until the end and she did any studying she was able to. She felt light, in a good way. But she wasn’t quite ready to retire for the day. There were still things to be done!

The problem is that she’s not sure what those things would be. Her fingers buzzed, but she didn’t have any homework to type and she wasn’t in the mood to write for fun. So she put away her homework things and closed her laptop, and slipped out of her door. 

Gamzee realized at some point during the day that it was New Year’s. He’d never paid much attention to the date - he doesn’t have a calendar in his room, and he still showed up to class on the weekends sometimes - so he hadn’t noticed, but he still felt like he should do something about it. Mark the occasion, right? But he wasn’t sure what. 

What was something he could do...? He ran through a couple possibilities in his mind, but none of them were at the same time possible and appropriate for the situation. Sometimes he felt like his only hobbies were getting lost and forgetting things. He was about to give up and pretend he hadn’t noticed it was New Years’ after all when he remembered. 

He hadn’t done any baking in a while. Baking a cake would work! Even though it probably would just be him eating it, and half of it would go stale and forgotten after today. The process of making it would still be fun. Now, where to get ingredients was an issue; he poked his head out of his room and stopped the next person walking down the hall. 

Kanaya had never seen snow. After having lived in Los Angeles all her life, her idea of snow included cold white.. stuff that was as fluffy as doll stuffing. This was not realistic. So far, Kanaya had purchaced a total of 7 winter coats for the horrible Maine coldness, but it hadnt snowed. She had done reaserch on Maine’s usual winter climate, and all it said was that snow generally happened around December. She was beginning to wonder if the universe hated her. That night, the snow warnings finally appeared. She went to bed as soon as possible, so she could experience the snow as soon as possible, and likely with a childlike wonder.

The next morning, she dashed to her window, and there it was. Snow! Beautiful, pure white snow. She grabbed three coats and ran out the door to experience it... only to slip on the first patch of ice and fall on her ass. Lovely. Ine of her classmates had seen her fall, and they rushed over to help her up.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“You can’t do that here.” said Kanaya’s awful English teacher as she gestured to the girl’s latest crochet masterpiece. Damn, not again. Thought Kanaya as she moved the project under the table. Somehow, the fact that she was able to the majority of her crocheting while looking was not sufficient evidence that she was paying attention. When she started crocheting again, the student sitting next to her noticed immediately.

“Hey!” they whispered. “She’s going to catch you again!”

After spending three nights missing sleep to read Rose’s novel, Kanaya condidered herself to be Rose’s biggest fan. She hadn't begun to write intense smutty slash fics about the novel yet, but she had designed a few articles of clothing to fit the main charachter. It was probably time to contact Rose, considering she had read the novel twice(and edited it) by now. She retrieved her phone frlm her pocket and began to message the number Rose had given her.

GA: Hello Rose

GA: This Is Kanaya Maryam If You Were Not Aware And I Have Finished Your Novel 

GA: Twice Actually But That Does Not Matter

GA: Would You Care To Meet For Coffee Tommorow At Lunch? I Hear Both Derse Coffe And Prospit Coffee Are Quite Amazing But I Have Yet To Try Either So I Will Let You Decide

It’s fairly common knowledge to anyone who knows her: Math has never been one of Rose’s stronger points. Sure she was good, but there were parts of the curriculum that stumped her every time! She couldn’t help it. So she had to get help if she found that she was close to losing her high-grade average. However... sometimes that help came from places she’d rather wish it didn’t. There was shame that came with visiting certain people and certain places to get this help, especially when such a proud woman as Rose is the one knocking at their door. 

Well, it’s that time of year again and Rose is shamefully holding her books to her chest, staring at her feet as she musters up the courage to break through her pride and knock on the dorm before her. She knew the person inside could help... But if they would was another story altogether!