"Bunk?" Asu raised one hand from her hip and used it to sweep the room, like she was proud of the mess she'd made and putting it on display. "Does this look to you like it will fit into a bunk?"

Chelly shrugged. "Not my problem," he said. "Getting into my quarters so I can grab a little downtime before class, that's my problem."

"There is a bunk available," Asu told him, with a false sweetness that set Theo's teeth on edge. "I'm sure Theo will be glad to show you."

"Look," Chelly began, his shoulders tensing up toward his ears, and it really wasn't, Theo thought, a good idea to fight on their first night together.

She went two steps closer to were the pair of them were staring at each other like two cats trying to see which one could blow themselves up bigger.

"He's senior," she said.

Two pair of eyes -- one blue, one brown -- focused on her, which was what she'd wanted, she reminded herself, swallowing.

"Excuse me?" Asu asked, still in that too-sweet voice that was all out of sync with posture that said she was one grab short of throwing something.

"He's senior," Theo repeated. "Seven semesters in grade, didn't you hear him say?" She pointed at the joint room screen. "You can probably look him up in records if you think he's smoking us."

"Smoking --" Chelly blinked at her. "Why would I bother?"

"Why'd you bother on Vestrin, you and the rest of your crew?" Theo snapped back. "It's not like you've never gotten a note in your file."

"Do I look that stupid?" Chelly demanded, but his fingers were already signing, Message received. He stalked over to the screen, slammed his card into the reader and spun the unit 'round to face them.

"Satisfied?" he asked, mostly at Asu.

There was silence, not nearly, Theo assured herself, as long or as heavy as she thought it was before Asu sighed sharply, nodded once and turned to peel Jondeer off the wall.

"Are there no beaches on this backward, benighted planet?" Asu demanded some time later. Her stuff was mostly unboxed now; the joint room was awash in things, as was every available flat surface in the bunk room and most of the floor. She looked tired and sounded tireder, with a side helping of torqued off.

Theo, who was tired herself and not feeling exactly calm, couldn't work up much sympathy for her, especially since she'd seen the taller girl eying Theo's extra space.

"That," she'd said, pointing at her shelves and built-ins, "is my storage. Yours is down below."

"There is less down below!"

"There's exactly the same amount of storage space for high bunk and low," Chelly said grumpily from the doorway. He shook his head in, as Theo read it, equal parts amazement and disgust. "What's with the beach? You thinking you earned a vacation?"

Asu turned her back on him. "I am thinking that Jondeer's picture was taken at the beach, and that he is garbed appropriately," she said icily. "Surely even the youngest student here has been to the beach."

"If it was a picture of the beach with a guy in it, that maybe would've passed," Chelly said, and it sounded as if he really was trying to explain the problem. "This is a picture of a guy that happens to have some beach in it. Whole different perspective."

Theo snorted, and Chelly turned his head to glare up at her.

"You wanna finish out the course, you better lose some of that attitude, Waitley."

This from a guy who'd been making her life miserable for the last -- Theo sat up, face hot. "What's the matter with my attitude?"

"That's what!" He yelled. "You think nobody noticed you daring Wil to come dancing, there at baggage? You think maybe you don't already have a note by your name that you got aggression problems?"

"I've got aggression problems?" Theo shook her head and just stared down at him, absolutely unable to believe what she'd just heard. "I -- all right." She took a breath, and another one, centering herself there on the bunk and letting the tension -- well, as much of the tension as she could -- flow out of her toes and fingertips.

"Look, Chelly," she said, over Asu's slamming open storage bays and muttering. "I don't know what people saw. What I know is that Wilsmyth was trying to make trouble for me. I don't know why, but I don't need to know why to know that he was, from the very first time I saw him, on Vestrin. From my perspective, he was trying to get me to lose my temper, or maybe get me in trouble with Admin for having a stolen bag, like he said. If I was edgy, I think that's reasonable. And I think anybody who saw me drop to neutral would also have seen why I did it." She took a breath. "So, there might be a note in my file. It wouldn't be the first time. And I'm probably not alone."

Chelly chewed his lip, and looked over his shoulder into the joint room. "Wil gets chaizy when he's not working," he muttered. "He'll buckle, now there's work." He sighed, and shook his head, looking back to Asu.

"You'd think somebody whose family owns tradeships would know how to pack," he said.

Head and shoulders inside the bottom-most storage compartment, Asu sniffed. "We own them," she said, her voice echoing hollowly, "we do not live on them."

"Yeah, well, you think you'll have all this stuff stowed soon? It's gotta be put away -- those're regs, and if the house father does an inspect while you're at class, he can clean up anything that's not in its place." He grimaced. "He gets a real buzz outta cleaning up after newbies."

"Thank you," Asu said, emerging carefully from the compartment, and sitting back on her heels. She ran a hand through her damp curls. Unfairly, they sprang neatly back into place, unlike Theo's hair.

"Where you in this room...last semester?" she asked Chelly, and then wondered why she cared.

He nodded. "Yeah. I was top bunk. Panvay was senior -- she challenged out. Tildenburg was low bunk -- he flunked out. Finally."

"Finally?" That last word even caught Asu, who gave Chelly an over-the-shoulder look.

"Yeah, he should've been outta here before the end of his second semester, but his family paid the fee and convinced Ronagy he'd stick with the program. Only he just did the same thing over again, like he couldn't help himself and flunked again, just like the first time and -- that was it." He shook his head. "It wasn't like Pan didn't tell him, or like he didn't know, it --" another head shake. "Didn't want to be a pilot, is what it came down to. His parents, they wanted it. Tildenburg, he wanted to be a poet."

"A person may be both a poet and a pilot," Asu said soberly.

"Not," Chelly answered, "if you only work on the poet side." He looked around again and shook his head.

"Look," he said. "I am the senior and I'm telling you this straight --" His hands moved lightly: affirm, affirm. "You've gotta get this stuff stowed and get some downtime. When you start on-mester you get a couple days' slack while you catch on to things, 'cause everybody's slow and sleepy, see? But the off-shift -- you guys are gonna go into classes that are already moving and they're gonna expect you to run and keep on -- and no whining. I'm telling you."

"Thanks," Theo said. "But why are you telling us?"

He looked up at her, strong eyebrows pulled over blue eyes. "I'm senior," he repeated. "And I'm on command track. If you two screw up, it's gonna go against me, too."

Asu laughed.

Chelly glared at the back of her head, then transfered his glare to Theo, who did her best to keep her face neutral, and turned away.

"I'm going to bed," he said. "Try to get sensible, right?"

"Sleep well, Chelly Frosher," Asu caroled brightly. He didn't answer and Theo really couldn't blame him.

"Why'd you laugh when he said he'd get marked down if we flunked out on his watch?" Theo asked as Asu climbed to her feet.

The taller girl put her elbows on Theo's bunk and smiled.

"He admits to an interest," she said, around a yawn. "Therefore, we have leverage."

"Oh," Theo said, and looked over the edge of the bunk at the wreckage below. It seemed to her that Asu had managed to get an astonishing amount of stuff stowed while seeming to be ineffective. Unfortunately, that still left a lot to put ...somewhere.

"Theo, I cannot help but notice that you have unused space," Asu said, and Theo sighed.

"We've been --" she began, and blinked, remembering the dusty smell of rugs and an old woman's voice: No dickering here, I see!

She considered the side of Asu's face, and decided the other girl looked at least as tired as she felt. The sooner the stuff got put away, the sooner they both could get some rest after what had become a really, really long day.

"You want some of my extra storage?" she asked Asu. The other girl smiled.

"It would be a boon."

"No it wouldn't," Theo corrected her, and reached out to tap two of the three empty cubbies. "Trade for them."

Asu raised her head and stared at the mess all around, before looking seriously into Theo's face.

"I cannot promise or incur a debt in the name of Diamon Lines," she said seriously.

"Diamon Lines isn't sleeping in the bunk below mine," Theo said. "I want an IOU, redeemable at a future time. Deal?"

Once again, Asu glanced about her. She sighed, and held a hand out to Theo.

"Done," she said.

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