S.S. Anne: R is for Roommate {Erika}

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''Huh,'' Erika let out and actually considered the idea for herself. That would have been incredible cool. Even Erika had to admit that much, ''Then why don't you?'' she said with a grin, ''I mean, how cool wouldn't that be!'' Maybe not the whole villain thing, but the super secret lair definitely would be something cool to own, even just for the sake of it sitting there, looking pretty. ''Imagine all the peace and quiet,'' she said silently, mostly to herself, ''And the lack of drama. Sounds like heaven to me,''

Keeping her eyes on the sky as they walked, Erika nodded absentmindedly at her words. Sure, she knew a guy like that, but it wouldn't exactly have been the most appropriate thing for her to imagine, or let herself imagine. And sadly, but true, no other guys seemed to catch her attention, which was probably the most annoying thing about the whole, messed up affair, ''Yeah, I know what you mean,'' Erika smiled before returning her focus back towards Frank, just in time to watch her crash into the wall.

And Erika was unable to keep the amused chuckle from escaping her lips, ''Careful, love. Wouldn't want you to get hurt before the actual party,''

In silence, Erika followed Frank through the door, using her eyes to scout every corner, every way to see if there were any teachers - or worse - around to catch them in the act. She wouldn't really mind there being a teacher around, but falling for whom she had, she was pretty damn sure if there was food around, he couldn't be too far away.

''So, what are we getting?''

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Pfft, drama's what makes life fun! Think about it: how boring would it be to be all by yourself? I'd go nuts in, like, a day. Okay, more like an hour," Frank shrugged. She knew all too well that being alone did not work for her. She'd been on transatlantic flights before, and those had been pure torture. She'd only survived thanks to in flight movies and some heavy duty sleeping pills, and even that had been difficult to handle.

She certainly wasn't put off by a little crash. Frank rolled that right off and was in that supply closet with remarkable speed and persistence. She was already humming a little, dancing to some internal rhythm that didn't match the hum in the slightest. She leaked a few words "let's tell the world all the things we've done," before falling back into humming.

The question made Frank jerk and she looked over at her accomplice, as if just remembering that Erika had actually followed her here. "You know: party junk. Liiiiike," Frank began digging and soon came up with a bag of multi-colored tablecloths. "This! Taa-daa!" she shook it a little and then tossed it in the general direction of her already pilfered bag. "They've usually got, like, boxes of party junk stuffed away into a corner or something. Just look for something marked 'party' or oh, shiny!" with that, Frank dove after a glittering box, disturbing a few others and making a fair amount of noise for someone who was supposed to be raiding.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

''I guess that's another way of looking at it,'' Erika laughed. Erika wasn't a huge fan on drama, even as much as she hated having nothing to busy her mind with, some quiet time wouldn't hurt her. After all this drama with Ellen, Erika was sure she had received enough of it for one lifetime. ''I suppose it depends on the type of drama,'' the brunette added silently.

But, all that aside. Erika could honestly admit she was enjoying the company of this oddity. She was adorable. Erika found herself growing quite fond of the little kitten, and she realized she really had to stop picturing the poor girl as an animal.

Watching Frank in silence, Erika tried her best to gather up the items that didn't fall directly into the bag; Which seemed to be pretty much anything. Letting out a laugh, Erika followed the blonde's steps and started digging through the stuff, not really finding anything she considered to be useful. ''How much do we need?'' she asked before standing up, letting her power pull down some boxes from the top shelves, placing them neatly against the floor before once more bending down to dig through them. ''How about...'' her voice trailed off as she pulled out something that looked like it belonged at the bottom of the sea, ''...Is this a wig?''

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The glittery box happened to be some kind of magician's prop or something. At least, that's what Frank was assuming, as she now had what looked like a magic wand, a tophat, and a pair of handcuffs. "Either this is a magician kit, or they've got some really kinky sex games planned," Frank said. she paused, staring at the wand that she held in her hand. "I'm not sure which I'm hoping for."

She heard Erika saying something, and so Frank wiggled her way out of the little cubby she'd wriggled into. There was this question thing, but before Frank could really think of an answer, Erika was pulling something else out. Frank hopped to her feet, making sure to pull the magician/special sex kit along with her. She was soon leaning over, looking at the contents of the box. She tilted her head to the side, moving her lips back and forth as if she were chewing up an answer of some kind.

"I dunno, but I'm really starting to wonder about the crazy sex game thing," said Frank. She set the magician's kit down and looked at what they'd gathered. There was the original bag, sitting there, and now it had the magician/sex kit as a helper, along with a few other things they'd nudged that way, such as multicolored tablecloths.

"We still need a bowl," said Frank, holding her arms out wide, "for punch. We also need punch," she was sure that they at least had punch... somewhere.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Shifting her eyes to the things Frank was holding in her hands, Erika felt a smirk grow on her lips at the comments the girl made about the items, ''Well, I don't know about you, but I'm a firm believer of 'Don't knock it 'til you try it','' Erika said and chuckled, ''Though, I wouldn't mind being the bunny pulled out of the hat - we do have a fair share of pretty good looking teachers and staff,'' Especially certain someone.

Pulling the wig over her head, Erika pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes, ''Yeah, I don't really see this thing working for anyone,'' she grinned and turned her attention towards the box again, pulling out another set of wigs, ''Maybe they're planning an orgy,'' she said and tossed both of the wigs back into the box, ruffling her own hair before pushing the box away.

Pushing herself up, Erika pointed towards the cabinets within the kitchen and shrugged, ''I guess that's our best bet for finding a bowl - and probably something to make punch with.'' Amongst other things they could use. She was starting to look forward to this, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to admit that yet. Skipping out of the room, Erika headed towards the cabinets and started opening them one by one.

''What size - and how many?''

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Eh, I guess. I heard we have a super hot nurse," said Frank, mostly distracted by shiny things. Sadly, this happened all too often with Frank. She was already festooning herself with various objects that she seemed to almost materialize out of thin air. There was no logical explanation for how a conical party had appeared atop her head, nor for why she seemed to have draped herself in a few streamers.

"Duuuude, a clown orgy!" said Frank, looking over the various wigs. She was tempted to throw a couple on the increasing regalia that she seemed to have draped herself with, but decided not to at the last minute. mostly because she'd already switched her attention over to the next task at hand, which in this case meant looking for a bowl. Erika had already offered a helpful finger pointing in the right direction, and Frank followed it like a trained dog, assuming said dog had been given a Red Bull.

though she got to the end, realized that she'd dashed without some stuff, turned around and grabbed it, and then moved back to follow Erika. Somehow, the bag and boxes had become something like four or five. It seemed as though Frank was just sort of absorbing party materials as she went, as if that were her mutant power instead of eating. She was chewing on what looked to be a set of streamers though, with the ends trailing out of her mouth.

"Huge!" she said, spitting streamers and wiggling like she wanted to gesture but couldn't because that would mean dropping things. "We're gonna need a lot of punch! And some alcohol too, but that's okay; i totally know a guy. Slipped him some cheddar earlier," Frank winked and then bent to set down her stash of goodies, heading toward the cabinets with a determined air.