…or, The Empress Marlot Has Spoken
At nine, I headed out of my room, then straight down the hall and around the corner to Marlot and Missy’s room. I hadn’t thought much about having the room on the end before, but in a way my room was almost as much a part of the girls’ side as the guys’. I could look out my peephole and see right down their hallway.
The floor was awake now, with music, TV noise, and conversations coming from behind the closed doors and through open ones. Kira’s room was closed, and quiet.
The door was open, but I knocked on the frame before I stepped in view of the doorway, anyway. Marlot was sitting at her desk, sketching quartered circles. It hadn’t sounded like her signs class had given her any homework, so chances were good she was doing this for her own entertainment. Missy was nowhere in sight, though unless Marlot had suddenly embraced my love of E-Pop music, she had to be around somewhere.
“Hey, loser,” Marlot said, pausing in her work.
“Hey,” I said. I walked over to her desk and picked up the piece of paper and pretended to study it. “Loose.”
“What?” she asked, looking up at me in confusion.
“I thought you were going to ask me what kind of leaf this was,” I said.
“I can’t believe you’d debase your cultural heritage for cheap laughs,” she said, grabbing it back.
“Yeah, it’s much better abused for picking up chicks,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” Marlot said, jerking her head in the direction of Missy’s arcadia crystal and rolling her eyes. “I want you to be careful with her, Jamie.”
“For her sake, or mine?” I asked.
“Both of yours,” Marlot said.
“She told me you tried to warn her off a bit.”
“I don’t want to see you using her to try to prove something,” Marlot said. “That wouldn’t be healthy for you, or fair for her, or most importantly, pleasant for me, since I’m stuck with both of you.”
“Yeah, I know, no hustling your roommate,” I said. “In any sense of the word. Where is she, by the way?”
“In the bathroom,” Marlot said. She fluttered her eyelashes. “Making herself all boo-tee-full for you.”
“Nothing wrong with a girl who likes to look nice,” I said.
“Of course not,” she said. “Do you want to get my hat off the wall for me?”
I climbed over her bed, which was covered with the same paisley print bedspread she’d had since she was eight. She had over a dozen hats on an accordion peg rack on the wall above it.
“Which one?” I asked.
“The black one with the flower,” she said, referring to a battered black bowler with an even more battered black rose pinned to it. She liked to tell people it was worth eight silver, which always got an incredulous look or an eyeroll. She didn’t tell them that this was because she’d hidden eight silver coins inside its lining.
“Here you go,” I said, dropping it on her head. “You okay for going over to the union?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “I only asked you to get it because you were up.”
“Okay,” I said. “I just wondered. You seemed a little worn down, yesterday.”
“I just overdid things yesterday. I’ll do better today.”
“What’d you do yesterday that you can avoid today?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything.
“Why not go to the healing center over lunch, if it’s bugging you in the morning?” I said. “You can cut the stress right in half.”
Healers couldn’t do anything for her leg except ease whatever pain and strain her knee and hip had taken recently; the root of the problem was beyond their abilities. Arcane options for a permanent solution included having her entire leg permanently altered, which would have been ruinously expensive, or replacing the entire leg with a golimb.
The second option was only just on the right side of affordable. It was doable, but would have required borrowing money against the tavern. Her family had been willing to do it. Marlot hadn’t. She’d put her foot down, and since that was the foot on the chopping block, that had been the end of it.
“I’ll think about it,” she said”. “But I couldn’t do that every day.”
There was no practical reason that she couldn’t. The healing center was free to all students, and she had a valid use for their powers. I didn’t think that’s what she meant, though.
“Oh, not every day, no,” I said. “But if it’s really bugging you in the morning, it’ll only be worse by the end of the day.”
The subject dropped itself with the arrival of Missy. She was wearing her hair up again. I thought she’d overdone the makeup a bit, but I didn’t say anything. Her face was her lookout, not mine.
“Hey!” she said. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Awesome. Let me just grab my purse,” she said, as she went to get it off of her bed.
“Don’t forget your knife, too,” I said.
“You really think they’ll check?” she asked.
“Didn’t you hear Annie saying the guards tried to fine Kira twenty-five silver, before she got them to look at her card?” Marlot asked.
“So, she really does have an exemption?” I asked.
“Seems like,” Marlot said.
“Interesting,” I said.
“Not really,” Missy said. “I mean, Anankan, right? I still think that’s a bunch of shit. I should leave my knife here and claim religious discrimination if they try to ticket me. Why should I have to do something they don’t?”
“So, does this Annie hang out with Kira?” I asked Marlot.
“Why, you want an introduction?” Marlot asked.
“Maybe she’s not even really Anankan,” Missy said.
“Wait, what makes you say that?” I asked her.
“Juliana swears she’s an Argenti,” Missy said. “Don’t they worship trees and rocks and stuff?”
“‘Worship’ probably isn’t the best word for it,” Marlot said. “Anyway, weren’t we going to breakfast?”
“Yeah,” Missy said, turning and heading for the door. “Let’s go.”
“Knife?” I reminded her.
Once Missy was properly equipped, we headed over to the union. There were more non-humans using the dining room now, though they weren’t all in one group any more.
The human-looking girl who’d caught my eye the first day was sitting on the dwarfblood’s lap. She looked seriously bedraggled, her clothes and hair both damp and plastered to her skin. The two of them were there with the blue-haired sylph, who was shoveling food into her mouth as fast as her four arms could manage. Which, it turned out, was pretty fast.
“Khersis, will you look at that Harlowe kid,” Missy said when we’d taken a table. “She looks like a drowned rat, and I know that’s the same shirt she had on yesterday.”
“I wear the same shirt again sometimes,” I said, though I had to admit she looked pretty terrible. The best that could be said about her appearance was that Missy couldn’t snark about her not knowing how to use a shower. A towel and a hairbrush, maybe, but not a shower.
“Why are they so interesting, again?” Marlot asked. She was looking down at her omelet, and she sounded irritated. It wasn’t the over-the-top mock indignation she liked to affect for outrageous effect. This was bugging her.
“Mar, you were the one jumping and pointing at them in the first place,” I said.
“Yeah, in the first place,” she said. “Three days later now. Can we please move on?”
“Look, those two aren’t even eating anything,” Missy said. “They’re sitting there, groping each other. It’s like they showed up just for the attention.”
“Yeah, so why are you giving it to them?” Marlot asked.
“Excuse me for caring,” Missy said.
“For caring about how somebody you don’t even know looks and dresses?” Marlot asked.
That took Missy aback, but only for a moment.
“Not for that,” she said. “Because of the inappropriate physical display. They’re practically making out over there.”
“Let’s just all drop it,” I said. “Okay? Missy? Mar?”
“Okay,” Missy said.
“What are you looking at me for?” Marlot asked. “I wanted to drop it in the first place.”
“Fine,” I said. “It’s dropped.”
We sat mute for a minute, with no sound but the clicking of forks and the squeaking of Marlot’s knife on her plate as she cut tiny pieces off her omelet.
“So, Jamie,” Missy said finally. “When are you going to see Iason again?”
“Tomorrow, I guess,” I said. “That’s when we have class again.”
“You didn’t make plans?”
“He’s not a big fan of planning, turns out,” I said.
“You could surprise him,” Missy said. “Just turn up on his doorstep, like he did at yours.”
“How do you know about that?” I asked.
Caught, she blushed.
“I saw him sitting there when I got back from class,” she said. “I didn’t know for sure what he was there for, but I had an idea. Well, I thought it was a bit far-fetched, but I still hoped.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know how to find Treehome,” I said. “And if I did, they might welcome me with arms, but I don’t think they’d be open.”
“They wouldn’t recognize you as an elfblood?” she asked.
“They might recognize that I have elven blood,” I said. “I’m not sure that would make them like me any better than any other human.”
“But, you really aren’t, Jamie,” Missy said, looking at me like I’d just told her that Khersentide was canceled. “Any other human, I mean. You’re different. You’re special.”
“Like that Harlowe kid?” Marlot asked.
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about her,” Missy said.
“You know, I think I’m done eating,” Marlot said, though she’d only made it halfway through her cheese omelet.
“Who put you in charge of what we do and don’t talk about, anyway?” Missy asked.
“Talk about whatever the hell you want,” Marlot said, struggling to her feet. “I’m gone.”
Again, I let her leave. If I followed Marlot and tried to calm her down when she got mad, she’d usually get more flustered and break down crying. Getting mad made her frustrated, or vice versa. I wasn’t sure which it was. Probably, it was both. The point was, she got over it the fastest on her own.
“Sweet Khersis, she’s bitchy,” Missy said after she’d left. “Who does she think she is, freaking Vera?”
“That’s my best friend you’re talking about,” I said.
“I’m sorry, but she is. Can I just get her to give me a list of things I can and can’t talk about?”
“She isn’t like that,” I said. “Honestly, she has a point about the Harlowe students. There are more interesting things.”
“Yeah, I guess.” She sighed. “So, you don’t have any classes in the morning?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve got my thaumo lecture and mixed melee in the afternoon.”
“You going back to bed after this, then?”
“And what, sleep two or three hours just to get up for lunch?” I asked.
“I’d go back to bed if I could,” Missy said. “I’ve got my conjuration lab in a bit.”
“Conjuration?”
“Sounded useful,” she said. “And not too complex. Also, handy. I lose my keys all the time. You take a lab this semester?”
“Herbalism,” I said.
“Is that all, though?”
“Doesn’t make sense to take any heavy lifting ones before I’ve got my major figured out,” I said.
“Oh, yeah, I guess that’s true,” she said. “Sorry I called Marlot a bitch.”
“I’d say you should apologize to her, but you didn’t say it to her,” I said. “She’s temperamental.”
“So I’ve got to walk on tiptoes around her?”
“No. Honestly, it’s not the end of the world if you do set her off,” I said. “It’s not like she’s going to hate you forever for it. Just don’t, you know, go out of your way to provoke her. If she’s getting prickly about something, just realize it isn’t anything personal, and decide how important it is for you to not back down.”
“Seems like an awful lot of work to be friends with someone,” she said.
I shrugged.
“We’ve both been patient with each other,” I said. “I guess I don’t think about it that much.”
“I’ll try to get along with her,” she said. “I mean, I kind of have to, right? We’re roommates, and even if we weren’t, I know better than to try to come between friends.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That wouldn’t go well for anybody.”
“Anyway, I should probably get going,” she said, standing up and picking up her tray.
“Yeah, I’ll bus that for you,” I said, standing up and reaching for her tray. “I was thinking of going back up and get some bacon, anyway.”
“Thank you. I guess I should have guessed that elves weren’t vegetarians, from the way you eat,” she said.
“Missy, you know that technically, I’m really not an elf,” I said. “I mean, I like that you like me, but if you’re looking at me and seeing some character from an ethernet porn fic, I think we might run into problems down the line.”
“Oh, I’m not!” she said. “I know there’s more to you. I thought you were cute before I knew, when I first saw you with Marlot at the meeting. When she said you were part elf, it just caught my interest even more. It’s like a bonus.”
“Okay,” I said. I could honestly stand the thought that my heritage was an added incentive, as long as it wasn’t the only reason for her attention. “Just so we’re both on the same page.”
“Absolutely,” she said. “Um, if you’re not doing anything with Iason, you want to try again tonight? I swear I won’t fall asleep.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Okay. I mean, definitely.”
“Great!”
“Yeah,” I said. “See you at lunch?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I guess we’ll come wake you up when we’re ready to go.”
“I’m not going back to sleep,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. “Well, do you want us to go by your room or just meet up in the food court?”
“It’ll probably be better to meet at the dorm,” I said. That seemed like the easiest solution. Leaving aside that Marlot wasn’t there to be let in on our plans, I didn’t have her schedule at my fingertips. There was no sense having somebody sit around waiting in the food court for the rest of us to arrive.
“Okay.”
A couple of hours later, she was knocking on my door to wake me up for lunch.
I’ve been refreshing since quarter to twelve eastern standard time. It makes the story’s posting all the more satisfying.
hm. missy’s starting to grate on me, but great chapter!
Well that does it can’t stand Missy, love Jamie and I can see myself in Marlot…
Also I 2nd Gopher, refreshing does make the reading sweeter
At one point Missy calls Marlot “Marlowe”. Is that a typo or just how Missy pronounces it? I could see it going either way.
It is interesting to see how the characters interact, especially when we don’t know their motivations yet.
<blockquote.“Honestly,she has a point about the Harlowe students. There are more interesting things.
Is that she missing?
Hmm, not liking Missy that much. And I know how Marlot feels, nagging injuries/pain makes me grumpy too.
@Cass: It was a typo, but that’s honestly how her name is pronounced, too.
Yeesh
Missy has some real issues, does anyone else feel like that comment about anankhans semed alot like a non-Sikh griping over helmet laws (or a non-wiccan griping about knife laws but I don’t think you have that law in the US)?
also she seems to have big problems with any kind of sex that doesn’t turn her on: pretty elf boy sex=good, one girl feeling up another a little (consensually as far as she knows) =bad.
Another interesting chapter. But, to be perfectly honest, it’s the bits of Marlot in this story that get my attention. She’s on the fast-track to being my favorite character.
Maybe just because I see a lot of myself in her attitude, although I don’t know what that says for me.
Hmm.. Assuming that this is the same Missy that Mack will run across outside the satyr’s door, I’m thinking that she is in fact primarily interested in Jamie because of his elf nature. Not being full blood human sex with him doesn’t count.*le sigh* It looks like Jamie is deluding himself that she’s not really racist.
Today, it wasn’t Missy that bugged me nearly as much as Marlot. She has quite a chip on her shoulder regarding non-humans.
ook?
Seems like something’s missing, or maybe needs to be reworded?
Anyway… yeah, Missy’s really kind of pissing me off. I’ve had people like that come sit at the lunch table for no reason in highschool. I usually yelled at them until they left >.> Thankfully it hasn’t happened yet in college, but that’s probably because I eat lunch in the art building every day
I feel bad for Marlot
Noticed a missing word: “What’d you do yesterday that can avoid today?” I asked.
I love this story, both More Mu itself and seeing things from another perspective. (Funny, I noticed on Twitter that it said More Mu was up and I read it as if more “MU” was up and was confused for a moment.)
Wow — Mack really sounds like a mess in this version!
It seems too me that it isn’t non-humans Marlot has a problem with, but rather gossip. Who knows about Missy though.
Whatever else you
Think of her, Marlot doesn’t
Make lame excuses
Jamie and Kira—
How many other students
Are hidden hybrids?
The reaction to
The Harlowe clique bodes ill for
These “passing” fancies
I know we’re all jumping on the “Missy is racist” bandwagon and I’m going to have egg all over my face if that turns out to be true, but here it sounds like she isn’t bothered so much that the Harlowe students aren’t human (or elven, for that matter) as by Mackenzie’s lack of basic hygiene and grooming, and apparent lack of propriety, though again, that last is probably because girl-on-girl does nothing for her. I have no doubt that if Jamie and Iason started making out and fondling each other in broad daylight she’d be the first to grab a front row seat. The difference between her and Marlot and Jamie is that Missy probably wasn’t any kind of outcast in highschool even if she wasn’t in the in-crowd, whereas Marlot and Jamie are both accustomed to getting negative attention for being on the fringe. I do wonder if Marlot knows about Mackenzie’s heritage and if that’s redoubled her desire to keep attention off of her, she’s been dealt a raw enough deal already.
There is a question that’s been stewing in my mind with all this racist talk: is it considered a form of racism to be turned on by people of a particular race or races, or is it just another kink? Does the motivation behind the preference matter?
A question for whoever knows the answer: what are quartered circles? Should I be thinking of pluses (+ rotations) in circles; or of meridians going through points at one-quarter, half, and three-quarters of the equator? (For the latter image: imagine the new moon after half a week, a week, and a week-and-a-half.)
Regards,
Esteis
Marlot’s simply concerned upset at all the negative attention that the non-humans are attracting and the clear undercurrent of hostility from the humans that it’s generating.
She’s been telling everyone that Jamie’s part elf since she arrived and now she’s starting to feel guilty about it, worried that he might be caught up in the backlash.
More proof that Mack was being discriminated against with that fine.
The more we see about Mack from the outside, the more we can see how bad she really was. If school had gone how she wanted it to, she would likely have been unemployable when she graduated, and she would have been convinced that it was because she was half-demon and that she deserved it. Amy and crew have really been good for her, just in making her respect herself(somewhat), if nothing else.
@Silromen (15):
You wondered whether falling for a specific race or culture is considered racist. In my experience, it’s not. Ditto for the reverse, for that matter: saying “Black/white/Asian girls don’t do much for me” rarely leads to accusations of racism.
I suspect that because people aren’t really expected to fall for all types, it is not seen as odd if certain broad groups fall in the ‘meh’ category — even if their treatment is historically a sensitive subjects. In addition, most people have some types that do nothing for them; so if you name yours out loud, people identify with that, rather than condemn it.
[The above thought is fresh from the oven. Before consumption, please allow two hours for hot air to escape.]
Addendum to my comment at 19.
Of course, people are expected to fall for character/mind/The Inside That Matters; so saying that people of $appearance don’t do much for you may well get your pinned with the “Shallow” label. (Some people deserve that, and some don’t, and I won’t be the judge of who.)
ATTN: Alexandra Erin
The comment counter in the index (e.g. “Read 19 Comments”) is low by one — it spoke of 19 comments when there were 20 posted, etc.
Sorry to put this in among the comments — I couldn’t find a “contact the author” address.
Regards,
Esteis
Who will stop spamming the comments section now.
Ohhh…Character Depth.
To AE again.
I’d suspected that Mac was a physical train wreck, but there wasn’t much to support it till now. Her emotional side goes WAY beyond train wreck. Guilted out for just being alive by your “beloved” grandmother…Eek.
I sadly can believe it too. A friend of ours was blamed by her own mother for her father’s death. She was all of 6 months-ish at the time & he had a heart attack while NOT in the house even. Yes, mommy dearest was a mental patient.
There was supposed to be a (hugs) in that comment (doh!)
Argh. Turns out there’s just a lag of a few minutes between the comment posting and the counter counting. Sorry about the false alarm.
Mook!
More character development! Missy is looking worse and worse. I had forgotten that Mack met a Missy in a couple weeks. If it IS the same character, that bodes ill for her and Jamie, and for Missy as a person.
But I’m not quite ready to lump her in the hopeless column yet. Missy’s problem seems to be ignorance, not malice. She seems like she could be salvagable. But it’s early yet. If she comes in all bitchy about Goldman’s punishment in a week, that’ll say a lot. And if it’s her that Mack bumps into on her way to Viktor’s.
“… replacing the entire leg with a golimb.”
Win.
Marlot’s act is really getting old.
Marlot… Harlowe…
Reminds me of an exchange between Margot Asquith, wife of British Prime Minister Herbert Henry Asquith, and actress Jean Harlow. Margot is pronounced “Margo”, but Jean insisted on pronouncing the “t”. Eventually, Margot said to her:
“It has a silent “T” – like “Harlow”.”
Okay, so to closer explain my feelings regarding Missy (not that anyone seem to care, but feeling the need to vent).
I’m not sure if she’s a racist or not. I’m starting to lean more towards the not, I think she’s a despicable person though. Her type of person is one of the main reason that most of my close friends are guys. She is the type of person that tries to make herself look better by pointing out everyone else flaws (real or made up), because everyone knows that if I can tell there’s something wrong with someone else I am one step closer to perfection >.<
I JUST CAN’T STAND IT! If you want to point out a flaw, at least be honest enough to tell said person, and don’t smile and look happy when they’re close just to say whatever you think as soon as they leave the company.
Hmm. Missy shows her regligious disposition, “Anankan” indeed!
Mack does sound a little bad here, but on the other hand, let’s consider the MU side of these events from book02, chapter 29:
That’s the reason Mack seems so much like a physical train wreck this morning.
@acetaminophen
good catch on the spelling i didn’t notice that before
Could someone tell me where exactly Mack met a Missy? I just searched the ToMU archives and there’s no mention of her name. The woman I was assuming you all meant (the “It doesn’t matter what we do in harlowe” lady) turned out to be named Kyla.
And am I the only one who thinks Missy could just be really jealous? I’ve known more than my fair share of men who hold the opinion that what their girlfriends do with other girls is just fine so that could explain why Iason excites her. And the girls Missy directs her comments towards are usually the ones Jamie’s ogling.
@28: Wow, you’re right. I love how the actual lunch itself was a single sentence in original ToMU, but the focus of the conversation in MToMU.
I hadn’t really realized how clueless Mack was until just then. Nowadays she’s more knowledgeable, but somehow… less willing to get rid of the ignorance that remains. Although I think I might be holding her to unfair standards, she’s still kind of grating now.
Also, it might just be me, but her “circle” of friends from back then seem a lot more sinister now.
(Finally, the link to book 2 doesn’t work right. Has it always been that way?)
sorry off topic
@28 was i right about your name C8H9NO2 or did you mean somthing else. i was reading comments and it jumped out at me so i couldn’t help myslef but figure it out.
wow i guess <sub> dosen’t work on here
Yeah, you were right about it. Though I was searching for which person you were responding to first before I realised that “oh yeah, that’s another name for it”. The name “paracetamol” is pretty much ubiquitous for it, where I live.
@amber_indikaze (30): Well, it’s been that way since at least around chapter 220 when I started reading this story. (And I mentioned it in my first comment, though I think that went by unnoticed.)
@26 MistyCat beat me to it…golimb…{snort}
MOOK!
@ C8H9NO2
My guess is you’re from the right side of the Atlantic then
People from the US always insist of calling it acetaminophen. In fact talked to a couple that kept wondering what I talked about when I mentioned paracetamol, so when I said acetaminophen they both went “ahhh, so that’s why everyone here’s so nuts about that paracetamol”
@Clara (36): If I mention that everybody here uses the brand name Alvedon as an equivalent to the substance paracetamol, a quick wikipedia search would tell you which country on the right side of the pond I live in.
@ C8H9NO2
Hehe, don’t even have to take a look
Born and raised in that country as well
It seems I may have pulled an Amaranth where Missy is concerned.
@ Drow Jones
Well she hasn’t official met her (not so we have heard her spoken about). What we know from this story is that Missy is the girl sitting next to Mackenzie in their Thaumatology class.
The name Missy was also mentioned as a girl having been killed by the dwelling students that Mackenzie met in the labyrinth. They said something “oh yeah and it was that girl also, what was her name Misty, Missy? something like that.”
Good chapter.
And, is it wrong to be slightly paranoid about this exchange?
“Don’t they worship trees and rocks and stuff?”
“‘Worship’ probably isn’t the best word for it.”
Unless I’ve missed some ToMU backstory, which is entirely possible, this seems to me like yet another slice of sexual wierdness. That, or my mind needs a good spring cleaning.
Maurice:
According to a Tales of MU bonus story, the primary culture of the Argentus Archipelago is animistic.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism#World_View
Sigh. Just in case anyone hasn’t thought about it, expecting good things of a race you know nothing about is still predjudice. “Chinese people are all geniouses” is still a predjudicial statement. Missy’s got a similar thing going on for elves. And as someone who worships “trees and rocks and stuff”, well, that’s not the most sensitive statement anyone could have made. As she learns more about people- not groups, but PEOPLE, she may come out of it. I’d be more annoyed with her personally for thinking badly of someone who enjoys class and thinking Basic Knife is hard.
On the other hand she may not come out of it, and Jamie may learn the lesson many of us did- the first people you fall in with at college may not be your lasting friends.
# 17- Very perceptive. I hadn’t thought of that.
That’d be a very good reason to be tense.
I also think Kira’s fine was high- 5 silver was considered more normal, right? So now we’re seeing some tensions affecting other people than Mack’s group. The wider view is interesting in comparison. But anyway, I think the guard had some of the same suspicions that Jamie must. Dark skinned woman with noticeable ears. Hmmm . . . but a woman of potential “subterranean elven heritage” might not get as high a fine as someone as notorious as Mack was even by then.
Aww man… Marlot is starting to get to me with her whole attitude about her leg… she prolly thinks she’s some kind of martyr or something.
And her constantly getting pissy and walking off… silly woman.
Expecting good sex things of elves isn’t racist. They are nature’s porn stars.
As to the rest, disliking someone of a different heritage than you doesn’t have to be racist- she doesn’t seem to care about the sylph, for example.
So…I am a bit confused. Is Missy one of the people who was upset by the Thaumatology professor’s actions when everyone started to not sit by Mack? Or was she mentioned somewhere else? I honestly don’t remember the name Missy except for the delvers talking about a deceased girl.
Seeing as I had a day such that I just about literally went mad, I’m afraid no sonnet is forthcoming tonight. However, I do still need to make a couple comments:
Missy is starting to worry me a touch…seems to me that she’s looking for reasons to dislike the Harlowe group. First Mack doesn’t shower (understandable to complain about) but when she does shower, she looks like a drowned rat. Sorry, but at 9 AM, fresh out of shower, expecting her to look nice may be a bit much. We’ll see, though.
As for Marlot, I think she’s jealous of the attention. As Jamie’s friend, she’s used to him getting attention in their mainly human town, and she’s used to getting attention by association. When they come to the large public university with more diversity, the attention afforded Jamie is lessened. Marlot has to deal with that, and then the Harlowe group in the cafeteria starts taking attention that Missy would be paying her. I think it’s the same reason she warned Missy. Missy and jamie going out would mean them both paying more attention to each other than to her. Now, honestly, I don’t think this makes her a bad person. I think it’s natural given that she’s been Jamie’s friend her whole life and therefore recieved backhand attention. It’s kinda like how Ron sometimes gets in Harry Potter. The only thing I can say against her is that I hope she grows out of it.