The dorm room looked like any other modern college dorm room—two desks, two beds, two dressers, two tastes in decorating, and two standards of cleanliness. The two girls who shared it also looked like any other pair of modern college roommates, though certainly not like the twins they actually were.
One favored their mother in build and hair color, though her dirty-blonde hair was straight and she was as pale as their father. The other was as dark-haired, lanky, and awkward as he had once been, though without being quite so tall.
The dark-haired one—the older—was grabbing her bag for class and discussing with her sister the latest bit of on-campus drama. "Humans," she sighed in a tone most would've taken for facetious. Her sister nodded.
"Makes me glad I'm an alien."
"Just be careful about the second heart—Dad'll kill you if someone finds out about it," came the retort, the younger having almost messed up on this basic rule the week before.
The girl in question merely smiled glibly. "I know. Why do you think I disguise it during trips to the hospital? I have no desire to be grounded on the planet Midnight...again."
"That wasn't nearly so bad as the time Dad confiscated the Vortex Manipulator and stranded us in 1941 for four weeks." The older shuddered at the memory, even though it'd been a few years, now, since that particular misadventure.
"I know!" her sister agreed. "I was about to kill someone if I didn't get my women's rights back!"
Halfway to the door, the dark-haired one remembered the one silver lining of the incident. "Granted, after the way Mom decked him after he picked us back up, I don't think he'll ever try that again."
The sisters shared a laugh at that and the older turned to go, when a call from the second desk made her pause, hand already on the knob.
"Wait! Speaking of the Vortex Manipulator, it's my turn to have it this weekend!"
She paused and mentally reviewed the schedule they'd worked out before answering. "Yeah, sure. Just make sure I get it on Black Friday—there are some awesome sales I want to hit."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just wanted to try and see Cleopatra after class on Friday," the blonde answered, already refocusing on the project before her.
"Oh! If you make it," her sister called, "can you try and smuggle me back a cat? They had some really cute ones back then."
"So long as she gets the henna on my hands right, I'll try!"
If she was going to make it to class on time without the Vortex Manipulator in question, she had to leave right then. "Deal. See you after class, then."
"See you!"
So, yeah. Weird scene—no? The dialogue is verbatim a conversation I actually had with my roommate that seemed to have too much potential not to turn into something, but I didn't want to lose the spontaneity of the moment by making it a full-length fic, so I decided to go with the drabble/one-shot format.
And for those of you wondering, no, we're not sisters, nor are we crazy. We're just an experienced cosplayer and a theater major, and we can invent and slip into character at the slightest provocation.
My roommate is open to this becoming a series, but until we flesh out these characters more (starting with names, I would think), this is it. Hopefully, you all enjoyed it.