Magic Under Construction: TOMU #481
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alexandraerinStarted: 1/13/2010, 3:00 AM
Status: In progress. (1/15/2010, 11:00 PM)
Word Count: ~2800
Hours Writing: 4. Ish.
4 Hours. Not all of the changes are from the same one hour writing session, I had a lot of interrupted sessions between hours 3 and 4. Really it's closer to 5 1/2 hours at this point. When I'm not able to build momentum, I spend a lot more time writing a lot less.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe. Even if I didn't know her to be pretty proficient with her paired daggers, just the simple fact that I wouldn't have to walk alone reassured me.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall in."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble, silly," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know... I wouldn't want to be the one to guess at the limits of your impressive falling abilities."
"I was actually trying to keep myself out of trouble," I said. I hefted the staff, and resisted the unaccountable urge to give it a little twirl that probably would have ended in a bruised leg and the magic weapon clattering away down the sidewalk. "That's why I went back for this... you know, I used to think that carrying a big, visible weapon was just asking for trouble."
"What changed?" Steff asked.
"Well... for one thing, Feejee said Iona's gone missing. That could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared," I said. "But also... I've had enough trouble I wasn't looking for that I'm now kind of looking sideways at the idea of people 'asking for trouble'. I mean, it's the same logic that would say I'm asking for trouble by being here, or that you are, for that matter. Trouble's going to happen whether I'm looking for it or not, so I might as well... well, look out for it?" That didn't sound quite the way I'd meant it to, so I tried again. "Um, maybe I should stick to the 'asking for trouble' line. Because if I say I'm not looking for trouble, it kind of sounds like I've got my eyes closed when really what I mean is..."
"You're going to speak circularly and carry a big stick?" Steff suggested, as we started heading back towards Hart's class. "Anyway, however you want to say it, I'm kind of impressed."
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center, silly," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner after all."
"What, because I'm carrying a weapon?" I asked. "I don't think one magic staff is enough to make me a fighter."
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
"Let's not make the whole change in outlook out to be more than it is," I said. "Lots of people carry staves who aren't fighters. Rods have been growing in popularity because they're smaller than staves and more durable than wands, but a staff is still a serious wizard tool... okay, just go ahead and insert a double entendre, since I know you're dying to."
"Baby, I'll insert my double entendre into your dialogue anytime," Steff said. "And by 'double entendre' I mean 'dick' and by 'dialogue' I mean that stuff you were just saying. Okay, that's kind of a half-again entendre, I guess. I'm not really feeling it right now, you know?"
"Because of the whole ever-present danger thing?"
"No, that usually just gets my blood flowing," Steff said. "I'm just... tired. You know, physically. I have a feeling that when today's over I'm going to end up collapsing in bed for the whole weekend again."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I guess if you need your rest, you need your rest. I was kind of hoping to spend the weekend surrounded with people who are better than I am at getting the pointy ends of things into anyone who might come after me."
"Sweetie, there isn't any place in this world you can go where you won't be surrounded with people who are better than you at that."
"Preferably, these people would all actively be on my side," I said.
"On the subject of being surrounded with people who've got... or would like to get... your back," Steff said, "I've been thinking about the whole housing situation. I wasn't really thinking about jumping ship for myself, because I'm pretty happy with the set-up Viktor and I have... but I was thinking that if you did want to move to a more co-ed dorm so you could be closer to Ian, I could be closer, too. And I think I might feel a little less out of place with other girls on the floor."
"You might have an easier time registering as a girl, now," I said.
"Yeah, but then I'd be giving up rooming with Viktor," Steff said. "There's that whole ball of heterosexist heteronormative hypocrisy that says girls and boys can't be left alone together or the women will use their feminine wiles and men will have no choice but to ravish them, or however they think it works. That's part of why I'd be so in favor of you and Amy getting your shack on together... the more queer couples do it, the more holes get poked in the neat little reality the rules are built around."
"It is kind of nice that we can do that," I said.
"Yeah, it totally makes up for all the homophobia and gay-bashing and stuff," Steff said. "Not really, of course, but I actually had a chick in one of my classes say that when someone mentioned straight privilege. The fact that misogyny's more genteel cousin propriety keeps her from shacking up with her boyfriend means that she's oppressed, while gay people have it made."
"I don't really see what misogyny has to do with it," I said. "I mean, if we didn't have all the hetero-centric assumptions going on in our society, I'm pretty sure they'd be just as concerned about same-sex couples rooming together."
"So what? No roommates? Or no sexually compatible ones?" Steff asked. "The rule isn't about keeping sex from happening, because there are absolutely no rules governing sex in dormitory rooms, and it's not about mnimizing distractions or keeping attention focused on school work because they don't regulate what other kinds of distractions you can or cannot choose to live with. That's the most common excuse I hear, though it seems to be falling out of favor. The new one is that co-ed rooming isn't allowed because they lead to less engagement with the greater community, or something like that."
"Where do you hear those things?"
"When I complain about the rules," she said. "Which I've done about once every other month or so, on average, since I first came here. At first it was because I thought I'd feel safer rooming with another girl than with some dude I don't know, though I kind of got lucky there. But after that... well, it's still a stupid rule, and it puts people in danger. The fact that het couples end up missing out on a potential benefit is the least offensive thing about it."
"I'm still not seeing the relationship between propriety and misogyny," I said.
"Well, okay start with the idea that it's sexist," she said. "Men and women can't be alone together behind closed doors because sex will happen. Women can't expose themselves because sex will happen. Before we even look at what that says about men and about women, ask yourself: okay, so what's the big deal? Why would sex be a bad thing?"
"Because sexual propriety is sort of a puritanical concept," I said. "So... sex is bad."
"No," Steff said. "You've got the old lady religious version of it, which is related, but that was more about making peasants feel dirty and low about themselves. The whole thing with covering up skin and not being alone together comes from the ranks of society where people have always owned more than one set of clothing and had houses full of rooms with doors on them."
"And?"
"And if a woman is alone with a man and there are no witnesses, sex might have happened," Steff said. "And she's no longer a virgin, so she's no longer valuable. You assume sex will happen because if you can't know... imagine paying a ton of money for a fancy meal and your waiter says, 'By the way, I might have poisoned this.' That's why boys and girls don't get to room together. Because if a woman is alone with a man, she's ruined, as far as her property value goes."
"But people don't actually think like that anymore," I said. "I mean, I'm sure some do, but the people making the rules for the university, and the people going here don't."
"No, but that's where we get our values from," Steff said. "And they align with the pleasure-is-bad/prudish-old-lady morality that the oldest and most respectable temples put out, and the combination of those kinds of forces is enough to keep us all nodding quietly along to rules that don't make any sense if you don't believe in those things."
"I'm kind of surprised you've given it this much thought," I said.
"Well, like I said, I was against the rule from the beginning," Steff said. "I had a personal stake in it. Just because I'm not like all serious business all of the time doesn't mean I don't think about things. I've been slacking off a bit but I've been pretty involved in campus activism."
"Yeah, well, I'm still not convinced it's as complex and involved as you're making it out to be," I said. "I think it's more likely people are just inclined to believe that sexual pleasure is bad and then they invent these systems to explain that."
"You think that because you're so inclined to believe it," Steff said.
"Well, whatever... if you're on board with the whole co-ed hall thing then I think we should start shopping around. Maybe if we make our selection early enough, we can get rooms closer together?"
"It's possible," Steff said. "Just so you know, though, I'm not going to do it until next year... there's a fee for switching dorms mid-year even if you do it over the break, and our stuff would be a pain to move even with Amy's help."
"That's fine, I hadn't even really considered the possibility of switching at the semester," I said.
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Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
3 Hours. Not a lot of progress in word count from hour 2, as I spent a lot of time rewriting and restructuring what I already had, and that rarely goes as quickly as writing new material.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall in."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble, silly," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know... I wouldn't want to be the one to guess at the limits of your impressive falling abilities."
"I was actually trying to keep myself out of trouble," I said. I hefted the staff, and resisted the unaccountable urge to give it a little twirl that probably would have ended in a bruised leg and the magic weapon clattering away down the sidewalk. "That's why I went back for this... you know, I used to think that carrying a big, visible weapon was just asking for trouble."
"What changed?" Steff asked.
"Well... for one thing, I've had enough trouble I wasn't looking for that I'm now kind of looking sideways at the idea of people 'asking for trouble'," I said. "I mean, it's the same logic that would say I'm asking for trouble by being here, or that you are, for that matter. Trouble's going to happen whether I'm looking for it or not, so I might as well... well, look out for it? Um, maybe I should stick to the 'asking for trouble' line. Because if I say I'm not looking for trouble, it kind of sounds like I've got my eyes closed when really what I mean is..."
"You're going to speak circularly and carry a big stick?" Steff suggested, as we started heading back towards Hart's class. "Anyway, however you want to say it, I'm kind of impressed."
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center, silly," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner after all."
"What, because I'm carrying a weapon?" I asked. "I don't think one magic staff is enough to make me a fighter."
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
"Let's not make the whole change in outlook out to be more than it is," I said. "Lots of people carry staves who aren't fighters. Rods have been growing in popularity because they're smaller than staves and more durable than wands, but a staff is still a serious wizard tool... okay, just go ahead and insert a double entendre, since I know you're dying to."
"Baby, I'll insert my double entendre into your dialogue anytime," Steff said. "And by 'double entendre' I mean 'dick' and by 'dialogue' I mean that stuff you were just saying. Okay, that's kind of a half-again entendre, I guess. I'm not really feeling it right now, you know?"
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"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
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Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
2 Hours Writing. Progess is sketchy, but it's been an odd day. More details in my coming status post, after I sleep.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know."
"I just went back for this," I said, hefting the staff.
"Speak awkwardly and carry a big stick?" she said.
"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
"I'm kind of impressed," Steff said as we started heading for Hart's class.
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner."
"I don't think carrying a weapon is enough to make me a fighter," I said.
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
1 Hour Writing:
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know."
"I just went back for this," I said, hefting the staff.
"Speak awkwardly and carry a big stick?" she said.
"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
"I'm kind of impressed," Steff said as we started heading for Hart's class.
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner."
"I don't think carrying a weapon is enough to make me a fighter," I said.
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
[Potential subtitle: In which Mackenzie relaxes for 5 minutes.]
Status: In progress. (1/15/2010, 11:00 PM)
Word Count: ~2800
Hours Writing: 4. Ish.
4 Hours. Not all of the changes are from the same one hour writing session, I had a lot of interrupted sessions between hours 3 and 4. Really it's closer to 5 1/2 hours at this point. When I'm not able to build momentum, I spend a lot more time writing a lot less.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe. Even if I didn't know her to be pretty proficient with her paired daggers, just the simple fact that I wouldn't have to walk alone reassured me.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall in."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble, silly," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know... I wouldn't want to be the one to guess at the limits of your impressive falling abilities."
"I was actually trying to keep myself out of trouble," I said. I hefted the staff, and resisted the unaccountable urge to give it a little twirl that probably would have ended in a bruised leg and the magic weapon clattering away down the sidewalk. "That's why I went back for this... you know, I used to think that carrying a big, visible weapon was just asking for trouble."
"What changed?" Steff asked.
"Well... for one thing, Feejee said Iona's gone missing. That could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared," I said. "But also... I've had enough trouble I wasn't looking for that I'm now kind of looking sideways at the idea of people 'asking for trouble'. I mean, it's the same logic that would say I'm asking for trouble by being here, or that you are, for that matter. Trouble's going to happen whether I'm looking for it or not, so I might as well... well, look out for it?" That didn't sound quite the way I'd meant it to, so I tried again. "Um, maybe I should stick to the 'asking for trouble' line. Because if I say I'm not looking for trouble, it kind of sounds like I've got my eyes closed when really what I mean is..."
"You're going to speak circularly and carry a big stick?" Steff suggested, as we started heading back towards Hart's class. "Anyway, however you want to say it, I'm kind of impressed."
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center, silly," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner after all."
"What, because I'm carrying a weapon?" I asked. "I don't think one magic staff is enough to make me a fighter."
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
"Let's not make the whole change in outlook out to be more than it is," I said. "Lots of people carry staves who aren't fighters. Rods have been growing in popularity because they're smaller than staves and more durable than wands, but a staff is still a serious wizard tool... okay, just go ahead and insert a double entendre, since I know you're dying to."
"Baby, I'll insert my double entendre into your dialogue anytime," Steff said. "And by 'double entendre' I mean 'dick' and by 'dialogue' I mean that stuff you were just saying. Okay, that's kind of a half-again entendre, I guess. I'm not really feeling it right now, you know?"
"Because of the whole ever-present danger thing?"
"No, that usually just gets my blood flowing," Steff said. "I'm just... tired. You know, physically. I have a feeling that when today's over I'm going to end up collapsing in bed for the whole weekend again."
"Oh," I said. "Well, I guess if you need your rest, you need your rest. I was kind of hoping to spend the weekend surrounded with people who are better than I am at getting the pointy ends of things into anyone who might come after me."
"Sweetie, there isn't any place in this world you can go where you won't be surrounded with people who are better than you at that."
"Preferably, these people would all actively be on my side," I said.
"On the subject of being surrounded with people who've got... or would like to get... your back," Steff said, "I've been thinking about the whole housing situation. I wasn't really thinking about jumping ship for myself, because I'm pretty happy with the set-up Viktor and I have... but I was thinking that if you did want to move to a more co-ed dorm so you could be closer to Ian, I could be closer, too. And I think I might feel a little less out of place with other girls on the floor."
"You might have an easier time registering as a girl, now," I said.
"Yeah, but then I'd be giving up rooming with Viktor," Steff said. "There's that whole ball of heterosexist heteronormative hypocrisy that says girls and boys can't be left alone together or the women will use their feminine wiles and men will have no choice but to ravish them, or however they think it works. That's part of why I'd be so in favor of you and Amy getting your shack on together... the more queer couples do it, the more holes get poked in the neat little reality the rules are built around."
"It is kind of nice that we can do that," I said.
"Yeah, it totally makes up for all the homophobia and gay-bashing and stuff," Steff said. "Not really, of course, but I actually had a chick in one of my classes say that when someone mentioned straight privilege. The fact that misogyny's more genteel cousin propriety keeps her from shacking up with her boyfriend means that she's oppressed, while gay people have it made."
"I don't really see what misogyny has to do with it," I said. "I mean, if we didn't have all the hetero-centric assumptions going on in our society, I'm pretty sure they'd be just as concerned about same-sex couples rooming together."
"So what? No roommates? Or no sexually compatible ones?" Steff asked. "The rule isn't about keeping sex from happening, because there are absolutely no rules governing sex in dormitory rooms, and it's not about mnimizing distractions or keeping attention focused on school work because they don't regulate what other kinds of distractions you can or cannot choose to live with. That's the most common excuse I hear, though it seems to be falling out of favor. The new one is that co-ed rooming isn't allowed because they lead to less engagement with the greater community, or something like that."
"Where do you hear those things?"
"When I complain about the rules," she said. "Which I've done about once every other month or so, on average, since I first came here. At first it was because I thought I'd feel safer rooming with another girl than with some dude I don't know, though I kind of got lucky there. But after that... well, it's still a stupid rule, and it puts people in danger. The fact that het couples end up missing out on a potential benefit is the least offensive thing about it."
"I'm still not seeing the relationship between propriety and misogyny," I said.
"Well, okay start with the idea that it's sexist," she said. "Men and women can't be alone together behind closed doors because sex will happen. Women can't expose themselves because sex will happen. Before we even look at what that says about men and about women, ask yourself: okay, so what's the big deal? Why would sex be a bad thing?"
"Because sexual propriety is sort of a puritanical concept," I said. "So... sex is bad."
"No," Steff said. "You've got the old lady religious version of it, which is related, but that was more about making peasants feel dirty and low about themselves. The whole thing with covering up skin and not being alone together comes from the ranks of society where people have always owned more than one set of clothing and had houses full of rooms with doors on them."
"And?"
"And if a woman is alone with a man and there are no witnesses, sex might have happened," Steff said. "And she's no longer a virgin, so she's no longer valuable. You assume sex will happen because if you can't know... imagine paying a ton of money for a fancy meal and your waiter says, 'By the way, I might have poisoned this.' That's why boys and girls don't get to room together. Because if a woman is alone with a man, she's ruined, as far as her property value goes."
"But people don't actually think like that anymore," I said. "I mean, I'm sure some do, but the people making the rules for the university, and the people going here don't."
"No, but that's where we get our values from," Steff said. "And they align with the pleasure-is-bad/prudish-old-lady morality that the oldest and most respectable temples put out, and the combination of those kinds of forces is enough to keep us all nodding quietly along to rules that don't make any sense if you don't believe in those things."
"I'm kind of surprised you've given it this much thought," I said.
"Well, like I said, I was against the rule from the beginning," Steff said. "I had a personal stake in it. Just because I'm not like all serious business all of the time doesn't mean I don't think about things. I've been slacking off a bit but I've been pretty involved in campus activism."
"Yeah, well, I'm still not convinced it's as complex and involved as you're making it out to be," I said. "I think it's more likely people are just inclined to believe that sexual pleasure is bad and then they invent these systems to explain that."
"You think that because you're so inclined to believe it," Steff said.
"Well, whatever... if you're on board with the whole co-ed hall thing then I think we should start shopping around. Maybe if we make our selection early enough, we can get rooms closer together?"
"It's possible," Steff said. "Just so you know, though, I'm not going to do it until next year... there's a fee for switching dorms mid-year even if you do it over the break, and our stuff would be a pain to move even with Amy's help."
"That's fine, I hadn't even really considered the possibility of switching at the semester," I said.
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Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
3 Hours. Not a lot of progress in word count from hour 2, as I spent a lot of time rewriting and restructuring what I already had, and that rarely goes as quickly as writing new material.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall in."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble, silly," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know... I wouldn't want to be the one to guess at the limits of your impressive falling abilities."
"I was actually trying to keep myself out of trouble," I said. I hefted the staff, and resisted the unaccountable urge to give it a little twirl that probably would have ended in a bruised leg and the magic weapon clattering away down the sidewalk. "That's why I went back for this... you know, I used to think that carrying a big, visible weapon was just asking for trouble."
"What changed?" Steff asked.
"Well... for one thing, I've had enough trouble I wasn't looking for that I'm now kind of looking sideways at the idea of people 'asking for trouble'," I said. "I mean, it's the same logic that would say I'm asking for trouble by being here, or that you are, for that matter. Trouble's going to happen whether I'm looking for it or not, so I might as well... well, look out for it? Um, maybe I should stick to the 'asking for trouble' line. Because if I say I'm not looking for trouble, it kind of sounds like I've got my eyes closed when really what I mean is..."
"You're going to speak circularly and carry a big stick?" Steff suggested, as we started heading back towards Hart's class. "Anyway, however you want to say it, I'm kind of impressed."
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center, silly," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner after all."
"What, because I'm carrying a weapon?" I asked. "I don't think one magic staff is enough to make me a fighter."
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
"Let's not make the whole change in outlook out to be more than it is," I said. "Lots of people carry staves who aren't fighters. Rods have been growing in popularity because they're smaller than staves and more durable than wands, but a staff is still a serious wizard tool... okay, just go ahead and insert a double entendre, since I know you're dying to."
"Baby, I'll insert my double entendre into your dialogue anytime," Steff said. "And by 'double entendre' I mean 'dick' and by 'dialogue' I mean that stuff you were just saying. Okay, that's kind of a half-again entendre, I guess. I'm not really feeling it right now, you know?"
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"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
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Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
2 Hours Writing. Progess is sketchy, but it's been an odd day. More details in my coming status post, after I sleep.
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know."
"I just went back for this," I said, hefting the staff.
"Speak awkwardly and carry a big stick?" she said.
"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
"I'm kind of impressed," Steff said as we started heading for Hart's class.
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner."
"I don't think carrying a weapon is enough to make me a fighter," I said.
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
Maybe it was a sign of how weird and dangerous things had gotten that Steff's presence was able to make me feel relaxed and safe by comparison, but whatever. I would take what I could get, under the circumstances.
When we made it to history class without incident, I resisted the impulse to feel silly about my worries and precautions... though if I could manage the latter without so much of the former, it would be a good thing.
[Very rough dialogue follows. I need sleep.]
"Can we watch TV again today?" La Belle asked.
"No," Hart said.
"Why not?"
"Because that wasn't actually part of the class, it was an unavoidable interruption," he said.
"Then can we do the thing with miniatures again?"
"If you really want to see more miniature war re-enactments, you could join my club," Hart said.
"Would that get me out of class? Like, to go to meetings or games or whatever you have?"
"I actually try to schedule activities for outside normal class hours," he said. "If there were a conflict, you'd have to take it up with your professor, who would certainly have his own policies for dealing with absences. Extracurricular activities don't give you carte blanche to miss classes."
"But you're my professor," she said.
"I mean the professor who's class you'd be missing."
"Yeah," she said.
"You're asking me if you could skip my class to go to meetings for a club that I run?" he asked.
1 Hour Writing:
Even though I'd made up my mind to go back and get my borrowed staff between classes, I found myself second guessing that decision as soon as the logic class got out. It would more than double the length of my trip to Smith Hall for history, and it would be another chance for me to bump into Feejee.
But then, Iona knew where and when my last class got out, which meant that she could find me leaving history even if she couldn't track me by scent at the moment. As soon as I thought that, I had images of her laying an ambush for me on the way to history class. Doubling back to the dorm would leave me out in the open for longer, but it would also change my route from what she expected. That seemed like a good enough reason to do it.
I let the reasoning sit with that, because with only fifteen minutes between classes I didn't really have time to dither. I felt better about the decision when I realized how many people were headed away from the main cluster of school buildings towards the various dorms. I normally avoided walking in crowds, out of a mixture of instinct and my tendency to space out and sort of amble. This time I got in the middle of the stream of people and kept pace, while keeping my ears open for... well, anything. Iona would have to have gone pretty far down the feral path to come after me through a crowd of people, and I assumed that if she did so she'd be doing it in a form that would cause a commotion.
It was an unlikely contingency, definitely, but the consequences of not being ready for it seemed to make it worth considering.
I felt better when I had the staff in hand... and then worse when I got outside and realized that there were far fewer people abroad now. I didn't do anything about the defensive enchantments on the staff... they might throw me off a bit in a real fight with the real weapon since I'd been removing them from the mocked copy during my most recent sessions with it, but if Iona attacked me faster than I could react, the staff's own response might be what saved me.
I felt considerable relief when I saw Steff heading towards me, not halfway out from Harlowe.
"Hey!" she said as she approached. "You're usually there before me, so I came to make sure you didn't fall."
"Fall into what?" I asked.
"Trouble," she said. "A portal to somewhere vaguely unpleasant. I don't know."
"I just went back for this," I said, hefting the staff.
"Speak awkwardly and carry a big stick?" she said.
"Feejee said Iona's gone missing," I said. "Which could be good or could be bad. I thought it was best to, you know, be prepared."
"I'm kind of impressed," Steff said as we started heading for Hart's class.
"With my foresight?" I asked.
"Nah, if it was foresight you wouldn't be late for class."
"I'm not late," I said.
"Yeah, that's why you went to the healing center," Steff said. "Later than usual, I meant. What impresses me... or maybe 'surprises' would be a better word... is that you've decided that getting fighter cooties isn't a fate worse than dinner."
"I don't think carrying a weapon is enough to make me a fighter," I said.
"Sadly, you're right," Steff said. "But it does expose you to their cooties."
"I don't think fighters have cooties," I said.
"So basically the way you treat and react to them is an entirely baseless and irrational prejudice?"
"No, thinking they all have cooties would be a baseless and irrational prejudice," I said.
"It wouldn't be!" Steff said. "Your prejudice would be based on all the cooties that they have, and your rational desire to not catch them."
Even if she was being slightly annoying, it was good to have Steff with me. Not only was I safer and better protected with a witness who was also kind of good at kicking ass with me, our little bantering back and forth made me feel a lot better, a lot more normal, compared to simply worrying about which shadow Iona might jump out of. Really, there were limits to how much trying to anticipate and plan for each possible contingency could accomplish.
It was good for me to be prepared to defend myself in general, and to be aware of risky situations like being out on my own, but I couldn't think of everything and if I thought of a hundred different ways that Iona could come after me, it wouldn't do any good if she picked a different direction that I didn't think of. Or, for that matter, if I became so focused on fending off Iona that I missed another threat.
With Steff by my side, I felt quite a bit safer on that score, because even with both of us absorbed in conversation she would still see and hear threats coming before I could have with my eyes and ears wide open. I relaxed a little.
[Potential subtitle: In which Mackenzie relaxes for 5 minutes.]