Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Evening

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Bemoaning the lack of a common room on her own floor, Alanna moved one floor up. She happily claimed a squishy portion of the couch and began reading for class. Faithful, for once not asleep, was stalking imaginary mice around the room, every once in a while jumping on one.

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Blair walked into the common room carrying a tiny pot (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a144/footontheground/LS020531.jpg) with dirt in it.

"Hey, man! Whatcha reading?"

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"Oh, just for class. You're one of the new kids?" Alanna asked over her book. "And nice pot."

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"Cool. Yeah, I am." Blair sat on the floor and set his pot of dirt in front of him. "Blair Sandburg, freshman. Nice to meet ya." He looked down briefly and pointed. "This is my new plant. It's just a seed right now, but eventually it's going to be a plant. Do you know any good names for plants?"

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Alanna blinked. "You're supposed to name plants? And hey, Sandburg, didn't you win the election?" Faithful stopped chasing invisible mice for a moment and instead jumped up on Blair's lap. "Faithful, get off."

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"I thought everybody did, but apparently not. I just don't know how people talk to them without giving them a name first." Blair shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I did. Kinda weird and stuff, but I did."

When the cat jumped into his lap, he grinned and petted it gently. "Aren't you beautiful?"

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Faithful purred, delighted. "Why thank you."

Alanna rolled her eyes from the couch. "Talking to cats? Now I've heard everything. And I'm Alanna Trebond, so I guess I'll be seeing you in Student Council."

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"Well, it's nice to meet you, Alanna. Congratulations on being elected! And talking to plants is a good way to relax and vent."

"You're welcome." Blair smiled for a second until he realized that it wasn't Alanna who responded. He looked down at his lap with wide eyes. "Did you, um, say something?"

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Faithful purred happily and snickered.

"Thanks. And yeah, he talks."

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Blair stared at the cat and then Alanna and then back at the cat.

"Well, okay. Do you mind if I pet you, um...sorry, do you have a name?"

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"Faithful. And of course I wouldn't mind. Do cats ever mind being petted?" He purred.

Alanna rolled her eyes. "So how you liking Fandom?"

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Blair smiled and petted him softly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Faithful. I don't suppose I'm speaking cat, am I? You're just speaking human? Because I think if I sponteanously learned cat, it would be worth extra credit in creature language class."

Blair looked up at Fandom. "It's good. Really different, but cool. I got a job and got elected and met tons of people and got the flu and I'm a TA and did a sit-in." Blair bounced.

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Alanna blinked. "Faithful talks in Common, so no, you definetly didn't pick up a new language. And that sounds cool, but what did you sit in?"

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"Oh well, it would have been cool to show Professor Dream that."

Blair looked up at Alanna. "A sit-in? It's a protest. You just sit somewhere and don't move, it's a way to make your point heard without using violence. I did the sit-in outside of the Dean's office on Friday to protest the gremlins being killed."

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"Oh. That's an, um, interesting method of protesting. Couldn't you have written a petition or something?" Alanna didn't comment on the absurdity of not killing gremlins. Faithful purred.

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"Angela wrote a petition and lots of people signed it, and I hung up posters and gave out flyers too. But a sit-in gives you visibility and if more people than just me had showed up...some power too."

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Edward wanders in the common room, a soccer ball under his arm.

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Faithful padded over to Edward. "Ball!"

"Faithful." Alanna didn't glance up from her book.

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Edward obediently dropped the ball, trying to determine if the cat had actually talked, or if he was imagining it. Knowing this place, either option was likely.

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"Ball!" Faithful happily called out and pounced at it.

"Faithful." Alanna turned a page and didn't bother looking up.

"Fine." He looked up at Edward. "Do you need this or can I pretend it's a large mouse and smack it Alanna's head?"

"Faithful." Alanna warned, pretty much automatically.

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The cat was talking to him. Edward took this in a stride and nodded. "Go ahead, I can repair it if need be." He wondered what Al would make of this.

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"Thank you!" Faithful cheerfuly pounced on the ball and sent it flying at Alanna's head.

"Faith-OW! Blasted cat!" Alanna finally jumped up from the couch and turned around to glare. "That hurt! Oh hey, didn't see you there."