[The last time Fiona had a roommate, she left him a letter in their bathroom to set boundarie, and it worked out pretty well, she thinks. And anyway, Eight thinks she should do it again, and Fiona does love boundaries. This time, she decides to be a bit less cutting-- she isn't as angry now as she was then; she's more at home, here-- but the general tenor is the same:
Fiona's Bathroom Rules (sort of negotiable)
-The person who broke it gets to replace it. -The person who made the mess gets to clean it. -No hard drugs, self-harm, or sleeping in the bathroom. -Knock first. -If you sweep and take out the trash, I'll clean the toilet and the tub. -Don't do anything weird to the toilet or the tub.
I hereby agree: X______________ And below, her signature: Fiona Gallagher.
Jean will find the note attached to the mirror of their shared bathroom, if he notices it the next time he uses it.]
[ That morning, he decides to take a proper bath and change out of the clothes from home at last. It is becoming clear he is here for much longer than he could have dreamed. He dreads it, but at least the bath will be welcomed.
He does not knock. In fact, he has yet to realize that the bathrooms are shared. The spare door may be some sort of closet or-- He doesn't know. He hasn't thought of it. The past two days have been nothing but chaos. The note is plain as day and catches his eye almost right away. He leans in close, making sure he can understand every word of it. Oddly, he can, but it does not seem to be written in any of the languages he knows.
These rules seem perfectly reasonable to him. In fact, had he realized this room was shared, he would have brought up the question sooner. Unfortunately, he does not have a pen. This means he must knock on the door that clearly belongs to Mademoiselle Gallagher. He does so, dressed in only his most basic cream shirt, trousers, and socks. Hair a curly mess. ]
[Fiona's hair is also a curly mess, but it's because she's getting ready for work. She's dressed in a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, and is pulling heels on when she hears a knock from the bathroom door.]
[Welp. She opens it to find some moderately handsome guy standing in the way, dressed like he's walked straight out of the cover of a trashy romance novel. Nice work if you can get it.] Uh, hey? You lost? [She says this while pulling her hair back, trying to get it presentable for work. Fiona Gallagher: queen of multitasking.]
[ She reminds him of a few friends of his, actually. Doesn't stop him from keeping his eyes downcast as often as possible. ]
No I-- I didn't have anything to sign with. [ He glances at the mirror. Surely she will know what he means. ] But I wanted to let you know I fully agree.
Wh- oh, you're the new guy? [She'd been hoping for a girl this time, but he doesn't look like a mass murderer; he'll do. She goes back to her business, pulling out a hair tie to keep up her hair with. She smiles when she realizes the full extent of what he said; oh, good, he's not going to make a fuss.]
Oh, great. The signing thing's just a- a formality, anyway. But, uh, nice to meet you. [Be nice, he seems shy. That, or his shoes are real interesting.]
Nah, you're good. I'm just getting ready to go to work. [She moves while she talks, walking around her room. Heels, on, hair back, she pulls out a grey blazer to throw around her shoulders.] I'm the secretary at that school they're starting up. Hey, you got a name?
[ The idea of a woman with a respectable job is not entirely foreign. A skirt so short... Well he had seen a woman in trousers earlier. ]
What sort of school? [ He is, after all, a long term student at heart. This is probably the first time he's been less than please-hide-me since speaking to her. ]
Jean Prouvaire. I don't know how much help I'll be, but... Ah, please ask should you need anything.
[It's called a business suit, jeeze. Fiona buttons up the blazer.] Uh, a school sort of school? Maybe they'll teach me how to pronounce your name, there. [It's a joke! But Jesus, no way is she gonna parlay voos that correctly.]
[ And a nod rather than a bow. He takes the mispronunciation without any offense. ]
You as well, Mademoiselle Gallagher.
[ Of course, there is an accent and very clear French pronunciation of her name. He's not sure of the origin to pronounce it correctly. Perhaps a project later. At last, he shuts the door and leaves her to her school-kind-of-school work. ]
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368, action.
Fiona's Bathroom Rules
(sort of negotiable)
-The person who broke it gets to replace it.
-The person who made the mess gets to clean it.
-No hard drugs, self-harm, or sleeping in the bathroom.
-Knock first.
-If you sweep and take out the trash, I'll clean the toilet and the tub.
-Don't do anything weird to the toilet or the tub.
I hereby agree: X______________
And below, her signature: Fiona Gallagher.
Jean will find the note attached to the mirror of their shared bathroom, if he notices it the next time he uses it.]
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He does not knock. In fact, he has yet to realize that the bathrooms are shared. The spare door may be some sort of closet or-- He doesn't know. He hasn't thought of it. The past two days have been nothing but chaos.
The note is plain as day and catches his eye almost right away. He leans in close, making sure he can understand every word of it. Oddly, he can, but it does not seem to be written in any of the languages he knows.
These rules seem perfectly reasonable to him. In fact, had he realized this room was shared, he would have brought up the question sooner. Unfortunately, he does not have a pen. This means he must knock on the door that clearly belongs to Mademoiselle Gallagher. He does so, dressed in only his most basic cream shirt, trousers, and socks. Hair a curly mess. ]
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[Welp. She opens it to find some moderately handsome guy standing in the way, dressed like he's walked straight out of the cover of a trashy romance novel. Nice work if you can get it.] Uh, hey? You lost? [She says this while pulling her hair back, trying to get it presentable for work. Fiona Gallagher: queen of multitasking.]
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No I-- I didn't have anything to sign with. [ He glances at the mirror. Surely she will know what he means. ] But I wanted to let you know I fully agree.
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Oh, great. The signing thing's just a- a formality, anyway. But, uh, nice to meet you. [Be nice, he seems shy. That, or his shoes are real interesting.]
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Jean offers a grin, yet still cannot bring himself to look her in the eye for long. ]
The pleasure is all mine. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
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What sort of school? [ He is, after all, a long term student at heart. This is probably the first time he's been less than please-hide-me since speaking to her. ]
Jean Prouvaire. I don't know how much help I'll be, but... Ah, please ask should you need anything.
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Will you be needing in here or may I--?
[ It'd be very nice to wash away the sun of yesterday, but she does have a job to get to. ]
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You as well, Mademoiselle Gallagher.
[ Of course, there is an accent and very clear French pronunciation of her name. He's not sure of the origin to pronounce it correctly. Perhaps a project later. At last, he shuts the door and leaves her to her school-kind-of-school work. ]