#momdecoherence

[voidgnostalgic]

Lalondes: Attempt to Eat Dinner and Buy Dorm Supplies

Of all the talents Lalonde ladies possessed, Roxy knew conventional family interaction was not among them. Having Rose around made her feel more “normal” than she ever had, in a house with disappearing cats and light fixtures and, occasionally, mothers. Half the reason behind Roxy’s current march to the freshmen dorms was her ever-present need to dote on Rose, at least a little bit. But they both knew Roxy would need Rose just as much tonight.

Family dinners out were supposed to be a bit fancy, Roxy knew. Instead of dressing up, however, she had changed into a t-shirt and beat up glittery flats. Might as well be comfortable while trying to navigate casual conversation tonight.

Roxy hadn’t planned with Rose that she would show up now, and yet here she was anyway knocking on her dorm room door. There was half a chance Rose was expecting her, anyway.

She released a sight at the sight of her sister, blowing her bangs out of her face. Roxy reached for Roses arm, “and we thought chemistry was gonna be the worst we had to get through today.” She flashed Rose a smile that was miraculously genuine amidst the dread and nerves. “C’mon, let’s go.”

[raddragongirl-blog]

Strengthen the Hoard

People said she had a problem, well that’s why she took medication. Well people also said she was a hoarder, which she in return said she was a collector of fine historical games that nobody appreciated anymore. She had a habit, a lot of them in fact, where she would sit and watch the common rooms then snatch the least played game so she could take it to her room and give it the love it needed. There were stacks and stacks of games, some she didn’t even have the console for. Okay so she only had hand held game consoles, but she still liked to think that her just wanting the game made it feel more loved.

So here she was, alone in the commons looking through the games for the oldest looking one she could find. Once it’s found she stands, looking it over and checking the disk before closing it all up and tossing it quickly in the air, catching it. “It’s okay, you get a new home my electronic broz.” She smirks and puts a hand on her hip, other hand holding the game and looking at the slightly torn cover.

[sardoniceducator-blog]

Miss Laegeland: Interrogate your ex

Rosemary wasn't generally renowned for good moods, but here she was in a notoriously foul one. A shame to start off the new year like this - normally, she would be more optimistic than ever to have a fresh beginning (and with a much tidier paycheck, to boot), or at least as optimistic as she got, but no, that was now ruined. Simply put: it was going to be a long, long year.

She had just been setting up her workspace; distributing pens around her desk so that she could always find one, preparing her lessons for the upcoming week, and placing forms in convenient places. And then she happened to check the names of students in her class. The first shock made her jaw drop. A familiar name, Roxy Lalonde. The daughter of a very familiar face, if one she hadn't seen in years. Sufficient familiarity could compensate for the distance of time, and she could picture clearly in her mind's eye the face that she full well intended to slap any second now.

The second shock rocked her to the core. 'Rose Lalonde', read the electronic register. Uncomfortably close to her own name, it incensed curiosity in her. Thanks to the marvels of technology, she was able to bring up the student's details on her computer, even check the photo assigned to her.

She found herself wishing she hadn't,

Miss Laegeland had a strong composure, but by the time her mind had consciously processed the image her heart was pounding, whether with fear or an intense desire to have a loud rant at someone over this. It was her face, like a younger version of herself had been plucked out of the timestream for some kind of macabre photoshoot (which, after all her years teaching at Skaianet-sponsored facilities, wouldn't normally be out of the question, but then why wouldn't she remember it). Of course, the reality was even worse - it was a machine, an android sculpted into an flagrantly unnatural mockery of her own form. Some kind of replacement goldfish to fill a wound. She wasn't sure whether she should faint, puke, or kill someone. The latter still wasn't out of the question, though.

Rosemary wasn't prone to physical violence (she much preferred to stab at the psyche, preferably in a passive-aggressive manner), but in a rare exception for her she slammed the door to Roxanna's chemistry lab shut firmly behind her. "They never told me you would be here. I am a professional, however - I would have dealt with it maturely, and perhaps reconciled a friendship between us. But you have done things that make this...difficult. The machine." Her voice bristled with anger as though a thorn bush of rusty blades and edges. Both hands placed themselves on the front of her desk hard enough to make an audible slap, and if she wasn't wired with adrenaline she might have yelped in pain. "You built a machine to replace me."

[assistantheadmistressmaria--blog]

In between two student consultations, with absolutely no regard for the very tight schedule Lola was on, RoxAnne burst in. "Lola, you still need a freshman RA for the girl's dorm's, right? Well, your prayers have been answered. I'm volunteering." The researcher was right up at the other woman's desk, grinning from ear to ear, expecting an easy yes.

Dolores looks up with as much exasperation as she can. It is the combined exasperation from all her students combined into a single, adult target. “Your child will be fine without you, RoxAnne, and I’m not sure what the point of sending her to this school will be if you continue to hover behind her like a…” Her gaze turned to the ceiling and she clicked her fingers. “A chicken. Mãe galinha. Look, you know what I mean.”

She sighed and offered the rest of the KitKat to the other woman. “She will be fine, RoxAnne. Might I remind you that the dorm beds are awful and you are not so young anymore?”