Room 317, Saturday Morning

[former_cheerio]

Quinn's morning was already starting off a little on the weird side. First, there was her wine cooler headache. Then there was Santana's overnight text -- Heard Finn tried 4 choir. He gay now? -- that no one was answering her panicked return texts about. Quinn was about ready to believe all of her friends were just trying to further mess with her head, God.

So the hand that drifted in through her open door carrying juice, and then occupied itself combing and arranging Quinn's hair while she drank the juice? That was actually almost a good thing. Even if it came from a floating hand, she'd take her pampering where she could find it.

[OOC: Open door, open post though I may be slow. And yes, this is how I kick off her modified canon. Huzzah.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, after you get pulled into some other dimension where you're killing scorpions and in danger of radiation poisoning, hands seem kind of friendly," Quinn said bluntly. "But you should have seen me last night at Caritas. I'm so tired of everyone being something out of a movie except me."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Something... out of a movie?" he repeated. "Er, just to clarify, I assume you are not speaking literally? One never knows, around here."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn shook her head. "No, I just mean everybody fights vampires or has superpowers or just found out they're a prince or whatever. Even my roommate's some crazy science genius."

She wrinkled her nose. "I didn't mean that to sound as insecure as it did."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he supposed he'd do his best. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I've only ever seen cheerleaders in movies before. They're rather uniquely American, I'm afraid. And you a well-known one... Regardless, you've also the most profoundly intimidating attitude of anyone I've ever met." Which, for someone who was generally rather skittish, was saying something. Something nice, too.

"But I'm quite familiar with the feeling of being rather commonplace, compared to some of our classmates. It's quite unnerving."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Oh, Wesley knew how to say the sweetest things. Quinn beamed. "Thank you," she said.

She worked hard on seeming intimidating. It was good to hear it worked.

"Who makes you feel commonplace?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Well, he certainly wasn't going to say that demigod brat who'd beat him in a spar the other day. That simply wouldn't do. Even though it would be so, so true.

"Oh, people around," he said vaguely. "Particularly the people who are heroes back home, or who are working on overcoming rather trying obstacles. And a few of the professors, as well, though I recognize it's not an entirely fair comparison."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It's not fair, but I get it," Quinn answered. "You always want to be better than the best, right? I get that way with my coach at home."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I demonstrate similar tendencies with my fa- with some of the more prominent Watchers." Really smooth, Wes. Niiiice. "It's a highly-ingrained sense of competition. Made particularly more agonizing through the utter impossibility of my achieving such success."

Ooh. Weird moment. New topic!

"But you're quite well-known, as a cheerleader, yes?" he verified. "Or your team is?" He thought she'd said something about that on the first day, but he couldn't be sure.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"National champions," Quinn verified with pride. "I mean, it's not like they give out gold medals for it or anything, but yeah, in that world my school is a pretty big deal."