Room 417, Tuesday Afternoon

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill had finally unpacked enough of her stuff to have found the 2009 wall calendar she'd gotten for Christmas, and was smacking herself for not putting it on top of the suitcase where it would be easy to get to, as it was pretty much the most important thing she owned. Now she was busily preparing it for the year ahead: X-ing off the first five days of January with her favorite apple-green marker, sticking little blue dots on Jack's days, as calculated based on the usual 28.76 day cycle she'd figured out, and little red ones on the three days after so she'd remember to have tampons stocked before Jack came to visit, and marking important dates like birthdays, and then spring break and the last day of school from the calendar in her orientation packet. If it looked completely anal-retentive, that's because it was, but she liked to have everything organized, okay? There was just one thing bothering her, and she'd been through her orientation packet three times to make sure she hadn't missed it: she didn't know when prom was.

Clearly, she needed to start planning for the prom now if she was going to (make sure she wasn't going to be a freaking boy) get a decent date and find a dress, especially now that she couldn't get Raimie to help her. How could she possibly plan for prom if she didn't know when it was?

This was totally mal.

((Open! Jill's a little...obsessed with the prom.))

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[withoutverona]

Romeo tapped on the doorframe. "Jill, hello," he ventured. "We didn't get much chance to talk at the welcome picnic, so I thought I'd drop in and see how you were settling in."

He noticed she seemed to be hunched over ... something. "Are you busy?"