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Knelt down to pick up the groceries, Vriska did not see the girl who had entered. Sure, she knew she was there, but she had no idea who this person was. Granted, she hadn't met any of the other female students in the school as of yet, but that didn't mean much of anything. "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine." The response was a bit dry, but that wasn't what mattered here at all.

All the groceries were not off the floor and in Vriska's arms. She set them down on the counter without much regard as to where they ought to be stored in the long-term. Frankly, there was another unknown human in the room and that took priority. "So," she said as she scanned the girl's person, looking for any hints towards the answer to her next question. "Who exactly are you?"

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The sounds of things being knocked over and grunting makes Terezi worry about whether or not everything was okay in there. Surely there aren’t already fights between roommates, right? That’d be fairly ridiculous. Incredibly ridiculous, in fact. She frowns a little bit, then immediately lets herself in at the reply from the person inside. It sounds like only one person, at least. 

And when she opens the door and takes a step inside, it becomes clearer to her that there really is only one other girl here. Maybe the third just hasn’t shown up? Huh. Strange. But alright then. It’s not really a rule that you have to be on campus the first day it’s open, anyways. “Everything going alright for you?” She takes a small sniff at the air to figure out the other girl’s situation, quickly realizing she would be pretty damn useless in providing aide. Turns out her timing had not been all that great. Oops.

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"You're right. That's why I'm here. I wouldn't want to be the only mature one in college. That would make me feel like..." Dramatically, Vriska paused. (The next words out of her mouth would be a total zinger.) "A fish out of water." (Okay, maybe not.) She took a moment to take a few exaggerated sniffs. "Oh, wait. I didn't mean it literally!" She sneered, her face scrunching up in amusement and disgust. "You better be careful walking around smelling like that. I'm sure this campus holds a few seafood fanatics. You don't want to disappoint them, do you?" After thinking for a moment, she cranked out another disappointing crack at his fishy scent. "I'm sure carrying around some tartar sauce could help placate any let-down souls you may meet."

He cringed at the mention of his old idiotic magical ideas. It was true, back when they where younger he did try slipping her a magic potion made from foul material that had her sent home for the day. He huffed when she mocked his stutter, so childish ” Ill havve you knoww that i quit such a foolish thing years ago, but it seems you havvent matured much. Teasing my sutter? really VVriska i wwould havve hoped you greww up in the last feww years but it seems i wwas wwrong to think that. sad” 

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Vriska was peering into the empty refrigerator when she heard a knock at the door. Had she locked it already? Honestly, she couldn't seem to remember. While she couldn't quite say today had been a blur, she couldn't seem to remember small details like that. She shut the door to the appliance, but lingering cool air could still be felt as a reminder of the grocery shopping she would have to do later.

After starting towards the door, she managed to get her sleeve caught on the handle of a drawer. "Damn it," she muttered as she swung around to free herself, only to knock over the bag of the meager grocery supply she had brought with her. A couple bags of chips, a couple of jars, and a loaf of bread all fell to the ground. Luckily, nothing broke. This nonsense was testing her patience to the point where the locked/unlocked state of the door was no longer her concern. That's when she heard another knock. "It's probably open," she shouted, groceries in hand.

Meet the Other Girls

After pissing off Eridan and hanging out with Sollux for a while, Terezi figures it’s about time she went and met the other two girls that’re in her grade. She can’t have them getting too friendly and forgetting about her, after all. Sollux is pretty cool and all, and she would love to go piss off Eridan again (maybe), but having some legitimate girlfriends would also be nice.

So she heads to their room, which is literally the door right across from hers, and knocks. Hopefully someone’s in there. If she ends up standing out here for a long time, she’s going to feel like an utter idiot. But she stands her ground, spending her time debating whether she should continue to knock or wait with just those few first ones she did.

On the one hand, she doesn’t exactly want them to immediately think she’s annoying right off the bat. But on the other, what if they hadn’t heard her? She really hates overthinking so much. It makes for some things to be awkward. But she sucks it up and knocks a few more times, in a pattern that she feels comfortable with. Four knocks, pause, one knock, pause, three knocks. There. That should do it.

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"God awwful music?" She grinned, lightly mocking his stutter. "Looks like you haven't learned much since 5th grade. Can't say I'm surprised." There was a bit of a chuckle bubbling up inside her, but she suppressed it; mocking his accent was condescending enough for now. "Anyway, I'm surprised you're not stuck in some mental institution by now. If your love potions at that age made me puke, I can't even imagine what other girls had to go through!" Intentionally, she paused. (It added dramatic effect, of course. Well, in her mind at least.) "Especially if you delved into black magic." She raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a second. Sure, she didn't believe he would've brewed something up with rat's toe or something and slipped it into some poor girl's chocolate milk, but it damn well would've been funny if she could coax some sort of confession out of him.

It took eridan a few moments to recognize her, but then it hit him. How could he not. The sassy attitude, long golden hair, and sharp blue eyes. All such pretty features on such a cold hard bitch. He glared darker, of course it was vriska, the same girl that would drag him down into detention back in elementary school, tease him about his love of magic and be just a real snop to him, and him as a boy takeing it all becaue he thought she was pretty. Poor guy, after fifth grade it all hit him, and he was happy to go to different middle schools, hopeing to never see her again. Guess that wish fell flat, one more reason to hate magic.

" You havve got to be fuckin kidding me, first im harassed by a blind girl, noww here you are! Of course its you! Wwho els listens to such god awwful music wwith the door wwide open! Im suprised you evven made it to college,I wwoulda thought you wwhere in prison by noww!" God he hated the stutter, made him sound like even more of a tool,

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The knock itself was drown out by the heavy guitar riff booming out of the stereo, but the visitor's voice carried well enough for Vriska to catch the drift of what he was saying. "Racket?" She said, her arms crossed. "Just goes to show what you know about..." An arrogant hair flip was all it took for her to get a glimpse of the guy's face. "Wait a second." She squinted as she strolled over to him, one arm on her hip and the other pointing at the figure in the doorway. "Something about you seems familiar..." At this point she had figured out exactly who it was she was addressing, but she was in the mood to drag it out a bit. "Where exactly have I seen chubby baby cheeks before?" She circled around him, her pointer finger on her chin feigning deep thought. "Could it be? ...No. No, it couldn't be an Eridan Ampora. No way could he grow up to look like such a tool." She stopped directly in front of him, the two inch height difference feeling a bit more prominent. "Or could he?"

After wandering the grounds for what seemed like an eternity, eridan was distracted by the most god awful music he had ever heard. It seemed to be coming from the freashmen dorms he had left awile ago. He grumbled, someone should really go over there and turn that down, so he did. 

He didn’t really pay attention to the fact it was coming from the female dorms, its not like anyone really stopped him from going down there. He finally found the source of the music, glaring at the open door. "You havve got to be kidding me.. ” obviously this person had no regards for what others thought, or had any taste in music.  He stopped in front of the opened door, knocking loudly on it. “Excuse me!! I can hear this racket from all they wway across campus!! ” he was such a people person. 

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After backing into a space and hopping out of her car, Vriska took a look at all the boxes in the backseat; she was practically exhausted already just from the sight of it. Most people probably would've run to get their room assignments and maybe a key before they started unpacking, but she wasn't the type for any of those formalities. As far as she was concerned, this place functioned under her rules. This type of attitude certainly didn't have any place belonging to someone who could be classified by the word "freshman", but she was no ordinary freshman. No, she was a somewhat-narcissistic bitch.

With three boxes stacked up into her arms and a backpack slung sloppily onto her right shoulder, she began to head towards the office. After arriving at the door she found that she had made a grave mistake. Or had she? Before she knew it someone was exiting the building, thus leaving the door open and easily accessible for someone out of free hands. What luck. Getting her room assignment and whatever other papers the university was throwing at her on her first day wasn't as easy. She pushed her load of boxes onto the counter of the desk while she waited for her papers. Some angry grumbling seemed to be coming from the poor souls who came in just moments after her, but one look from Vriska was all it took to shut their mouths.

"Room 101..." she mumbled to herself as she navigated the hallways. It wasn't that she was going to forget the room number in the short distance from the office to her room that kept her mumbling her room assignment to herself, rather she hoped someone would interrupt with some sort of comment about her roommate. Nothing of the sort happened, but it was worth a shot.

When she got to her room, she found it completely void of any other presence or personal belongings. After setting her boxes down beside the door in the front room, she went to examine the two bedrooms. Neither of the rooms had any distinct qualities. One difference could be found, however, and that was the extra (one inch away from being) two feet in width one room seemed to boast. That room was hers. That room was hers and there was no roommate there to argue the decision. She threw her backpack onto the bare mattress in the room and went to retrieve the boxes she had left by the door.

"That's enough work for now," she said as she stretched. One trip from the car did seem a bit lazy in theory, but all that was left sitting in her car was a box, a suitcase, and a couple small bags. Those could wait. For now she was bored. Surely entertainment was but a wish away in a college dorm. She dug through the top box until she found a blue speaker with an adapter for her phone on it. With a grin, she took it out to the front room and plugged it into the nearest outlet. Before pressing the button that would begin the noise pollution, she threw the door to room 101 wide open as to ensure the attention of any students that may be lingering in the nearby rooms or halls. With everything in place, she turned up the volume and hit play, thus prompting the device to blast some pirate-themed rock song.