dice north

Who: Talia and Dagny
What: To figure out who the actual fuck is my roommate
When: Nighttime around 10pm
Where: Dorm Room (tbd, will change soon as I get a number)

 Two weeks. Two weeks into the first semester of school and Talia was seriously considering the possibility that her roommate was a ghost. A ghost with the power to move objects and never be seen even even when she tried her hardest to stay awake in hopes that the slightest glimpse of her roommate would appear. Two weeks was the limit, and she was fed up. Move-in day had been a double take, being the first to arrive and stealing the spot farthest from the window, and then nothing. No sign at all of the girl she was supposed to be living with, only mysterious luggage turning up later in the day after Talia had left for a late dinner, returning to the scene of someone already starting to unpack. Waiting up had been hard that night, and Talia had just turned in since she was sure she would see her dormmate in the morning.

 Wrong. It was the same thing every single day, even weekends. The mysterious girl was never seen, only remnants of objects that had been moved probably would have only been the telltale sign that someone was there. Frankly, it pissed her off. There was no way, no fucking way she had missed her roomie every single day for two weeks. She was being avoided, and she damn well wanted to know why. And so she devised a trap, regrettably, this trap involved a cramped stay in their shared closet as a rather than in a more comfortable position, but she was determined. Crude sets of tripwires had been place throughout the dorm set to perilously drop various items on whoever managed to set them off, a stupid prank at it's heart, but hey if it caught her ghost of a roommate, that's what counted. Until then she was hunched over, tapping away at her phone in a heated game of Temple Run while she waited for her plan to take root.