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It was not often dorms were changed around, but Rose knew it was inevitable for the single dorm room to have only one occupant be quickly filled with a roommate. She just simply wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly and so suddenly. A new female student it seemed, and so she was quickly slipped into room 105 with Rose Lalonde. It was a shock to the blonde, as she came back to her room after studying in the library to see a girl in her room, unpacking boxes and getting things set up in the unused room. Rose tilted her head slightly at the new person, but could faintly recall someone telling her such a thing would be happening. Might as well greet and get to know her new roommate. "Hello." She greeted kindly, stepping forward to smile at the girl. "I'm Rose. I'm not sure if you were told who you'd be rooming with or not, but it's a pleasure to see a new face among the halls."

Huffing and shaking her head to rid herself of such stupid thoughts, the teen heiress stood herself up, grabbing her smokes and her lighter as she walked into the main seating area of her dorm room. Lighting a smoke she had pinched between her teeth, Meenah propped the window open and she let the dirty smoke fill her lungs until it ached a bit, exhaling slowly as her eyes fell into half lids at the easing sensation of nicotine. She’d have kept nursing her smoke and sitting there on the windowsill in just her boxers and sports bra, but the loud thump of something heavy being dropped had the teen Peixes inhaling sharply, causing her to choke on smoke and stumble as she pocketed her contraband cigarettes and looked at the intrusion on her private moment.

So, when she saw a fellow student hurrying across the campus lawn with a top hat in his hands, she suspected the same thing of him. She followed him until she caught up, tapping him on the shoulder with her intact hand. “What are you doing with that hat? You’re not going to fucking scam some unsuspecting kid’s money from them, are you?”She asked, her hand resting on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at the boy.

She peered into the room, smiling as she spotted the boy playing in the room. Well, he was definitely cute and a great player for sure. She’d leaned against the door frame, watching him for a few moments. It was then, of course, that the arm she was using to prop herself against the door slip and she just barely managed to get her arms beneath her to stop herself from crashing face first into the floor.

First week at Alternia Academy fucking beat. And not a single trace of little half-sis. Well, high time to go and seek her out- and a little bit of snooping went a long way in a school with so few students. Room numbers weren't exactly some big secret anyways, though. Not long after getting dressed up in some ripped designer jeans and a dark blue tee (weekends = no uniforms. Perfect.) she got a message back that her destination would be Room 102. She took the short walk to Aranea's room and knocked, hoping to god that she 1) had the right room and 2) a confused roomie wouldn't answer just to tell Vriska that Aranea was out for the weekend.

When Social Skills class finally came around though, the script changed entirely. Maybe this teacher actually did their research on the new kid. She’d slumped down in a seat towards the back, sharing a table with a guy only a few inches taller than her but quite boyish- Sophomore maybe? And she had not been bothered since. “Miss Serket? Did you hear me? You and your partner should be talking to each other. An introduction would be a good start.” A teacher interrupted her train of thought. Oh, or maybe she had been talked to but wasn’t paying attention. Vriska nodded and turned to the guy next to her, gesturing to indicate he should introduce himself first.

After that, she sat down at her desk with her legs pulled up and clicked around the Alternia Academy website, looking through clubs and trying to find all the info she could on other students. Nothing on her roomie, sadly, but some of these clubs could be interesting. She’d reserve “fun”- wouldn’t want to get her hopes up. But hey, Body Mod club? Fuck yeah. MOGAI group? Right up her alley. She continued snooping around, reading forums and such as she waited for roomie to show.

Not many people know that actual tattoo artists and professional piercers practice on fruit, so there Meenah was, sitting in the dorm kitchens on a counter with a bushel of bananas and her tattooing equipment. Not even wasting time, the teen heiress got right to it - using the banana's very delicate skin to start making some lovely freestyle designs. Visual art wasn't Meenah's strong suit - most students more likely finding the Peixes sitting at a piano bench over a ruddy art stool - but tattooing just felt comfortable to her. It was like her brain could finally translate all the beauty it saw when there was the defined sound of her tattooing machine buzzing at her side. Down to the last banana, the Peixes didn't even notice someone else entering the kitchen until she was finish her final design - an elegant manta ray with purple designs on it - and was setting it down in the bowl she usually placed her finished bananas in. She was never sure who kept taking her inked-up fruits - could be a student, could be a janitor - but it didn't really matter. What mattered was the person watching her, the teen heiress staring right back through the lenses of her glasses as she raised her eyebrow, "Can I kelp you, buoy?"