Room 301, Friday Afternoon

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When Isabelle came back from a whole bunch of training, there was a bright orange post-it stuck to the frame of her and Raleigh's door. She raised an eyebrow at it as she yanked the door open, thinking it was for Raleigh. But nope, a closer look –– actually, the closer look was just confusing.

You already stopped to read this, so why not come in and claim a third floor chocolate coin?, the post-it read. Which made perfect sense. Except not.

"... Are we supposed to get chocolate coins?" Isabelle asked of no one in particular.

[ooc: Well the girl's basically standing in the hallway, so open, naturally!]

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[notconflicted]

Sia was back on her way to her room, stopping when she saw Isabelle. Or heard her, mostly.

"Did you just ask your door a question?"

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"No."

Well, only technically. And that didn't count.

Isabelle pointed at the post-it. "Guess you could say I asked this a question."

[notconflicted]

Sie peered at the note, frowning. "I don't suppose your roommate's trying to be friendly."

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"It doesn't look like Raleigh's handwriting. It's too girly for that."

Kate would probably have taken that as a compliment. Isabelle peered into the room.

"Also, I don't see him or chocolate. I don't think it's him."

[notconflicted]

"It'd be a pretty sad prank," said Sia thoughtfully, like she knew a ton about pranks or something.

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Isabelle snorted. "A prank on me? I don't think he'd dare." She was terrifying, okay. "No, it has to be something else. Could... anyone actually just randomly misplace one of these?"

What, there could be mundie uses for post-its Isabelle knew nothing about.

[notconflicted]

"Probably not misplace," Sia said. "Someone could have stuck it to the door randomly as they were walking by."

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"Well, that's just dumb."

Isabelle peeled the note off the door frame to give it another closer look as if that would explain something.

"Honestly, I wish they'd left chocolate instead."

[notconflicted]

"It would have been nice, after mentioning it," Sia said. "Might be an excuse to raid a common room later."

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Isabelle shrugged. After a second of playing with the glue strip on the post-it, she sighed and looked up.

"So, how've you been, Sia?"

Look at her trying for normal conversation.

[notconflicted]

"Probably fairly boring," Sia admitted. "Yourself?"

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"They gave me a fake little sibling of my own," Isabelle shared with another easy shrug. "He's not as good at it as I was."

[notconflicted]

"So you either want to throttle him or you haven't seen him since?" she guessed.

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Are we?"

Celia's door was open across the hall, so naturally at the mention of chocolate she was going to poke her head out and investigate. "Says who?"

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"There's a post-it," Isabelle replied, glancing across the hall before pointing at said offending piece of orange paper. "Says something about 'third floor chocolate coins'. Which means exactly nothing to me, excepy maybe that I've been missing out on some chocolate."

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"Well, that's unfair," Celia replied, frowning as she wandered over to look at the post-it. "Are they supposed to be in your room? Or the common room, maybe?"

Look, she'd go wherever she needed to if there was chocolate involved. Celia was dedicated.

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Isabelle shook her head. "They're not in my room." Our room, Izzy. It was Raleigh's too. Not that you could tell by looking at it. "The note makes it sound like they would be, though."

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

"Is your roommate trying to be funny?" she suggested thoughtfully. "Or maybe someone else is trying to play a joke on you and make it so you feel obligated to ply the whole floor with treats?"

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Isabelle gave her a blank look.

"Why would I ever feel obligated to do that?"

Yeah... Isabelle was not the type to be that nice.

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"...because people would be disappointed?" Celia tried, shrugging. "I mean, I'll get my own chocolate, since I know you didn't put it up, but someone else might be horrifically disappointed and attempt to make you feel guilty."

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Isabelle shrugged too. "Well, if people were disappointed, that wouldn't be my fault," she said. "Or my problem. Really, I'm more concerned about my own lack of chocolate."

At least she was honest.

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"Well, whoever put the note up is clearly very cruel, because now I'm disappointed about my lack of chocolate, too," Celia said with frown. "Do you recognize the penmanship?"

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Isabelle peered at the note again, but shook her head.

"It looks like a girl's handwriting. So I have no clue."

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Celia leaned in to look at it, shaking her head. "Well, I didn't leave it, and I doubt it was Alana," she offered. "So there's two girls from this floor who didn't do it. Three, counting you. Maybe you ought to leave it up and see if anyone claims their handiwork?"

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"It wasn't Sia, either." And they had now successfully covered all the girls Isabelle actually knew at this school. "I don't know, leaving it up can lead to people being annoying about my lack of chocolate."

A beat.

"Maybe I should just head out and get chocolate. That way, I'd be away from here, and I'd also get chocolate."