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First Floor Lobby [Monday Evening]

Fraser's taken enough time to go back to his room, change out of his uniform and into jeans and a sweater before he ends up back in the first floor lobby of the dorms.

He's sitting on one of the benches in the lobby, reading a book from the library he'd acquired earlier and just keeping a general eye on things. Later, he'll venture outside, make sure the school was still secure.

[If you'd like to meet and/or talk to Fraser, the new security guy, now's your chance. Go for it.]

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Fraser shakes his head, smiling politely. "Yes, unfortunately, Rover took his leave suddenly. I've heard he was quite the unique...thing."

"I'm doing well this evening, thank you for asking," Fraser replies. "Royal Navy? Might I ask how you ended up in Virginia?"

Archie laughs nervously. "To tell the truth, I'm not entirely sure. It was quite the displacement, both time and placewise. Supposedly I was sent here to fill some gaps in my education, and give me a better chance at promotion, but I'm beginning to doubt that. At any rate, here I am, and all things considered, adjusting decently enough."

He tilts his head a bit. "And you? How did you come to be this far south?"

Fraser listens to Archie's story, nodding every so often. It's a similar story and Fraser can sympathize with being so far displaced.

"I came from Chicago actually, which is a city in the north. I was working there for several years as a liaison for the Canadian consulate," Fraser explains. "As for how I made it down here, isn't the old adage: change is good?"

"Change is most definitely good," replies Archie, nodding, "though I've resisted it mightily so far. After all, I've a century and a half of history and technology to catch up on. Do you know, I have yet to learn how to use the telephone?"

His cheeks flush slightly as he continues, "Though I'm beginning to think there may be sufficient motivation for me to learn, now."

"To be honest, I'm not much for the phone myself," Fraser confesses, smiling. "I use them when needed but, while in Chicago, preferred not to have one. I do have one now due to the nature of my job."

Curious despite himself, Fraser asks, "What sort of motivation?"

Archie blushes a little bit more. "Well, I might be needing the phone in order to keep in contact with someone on a more regular basis."

"Oh." Fraser looks at his boots for a moment before the realization hits. "Oh, that kind of contact. Oh. Well, yes, a phone would allow easier communication between you two. But, with you not having a phone currently, how do you two talk?"

Archie blinks. "In person? When we manage to get together? Or in class?" He'd thought that was fairly obvious. "Still, it would be easier to, ah, arrange meetings that way."

"Ah yes, face to face meeting are the logical answers," he says, pursing his lips. "Though, getting a phone might cut down on the amount of face to face meetings, wouldn't it? I mean, yes, you could arrange meetings but sometimes it's just nice to talk to someone without prearranged knoweledge."

"It just seems somewhat silly," replies Archie with a shrug. "We all live in the same building, after all. I suppose that's just me being terribly old-fashioned, though."

"It's not silly at all," Fraser says, shaking his head. "It's actually very polite of you. You want to be able to talk to her more so you're doing something that you're unfamiliar with. That's very kind of you."

Archie actually has nothing to say to this, because he's too busy grinning in a way that, if he knew what the word meant, could only be described as dorky.

Fraser's about to say something else but finally takes a long look at Archie's hat.

"Interesting hat, Mr. Kennedy," Fraser remarks. "Royal Navy uniform?"

Archie nods. "I haven't gotten around to getting clothes from this era. Which I should really do at some point, but this is just so familiar to me."

In return, he takes his time examining Fraser's hat and nods in approval. "Your choice in headgear is equally intriguing. Royal, er, Mounted Police uniform?"

"Royal Canadian Mounted Police, yes." Fraser takes his hat off and hands it to Archie. "As I'm sure you understand, it's become second nature to wear it. It's quite the odd feeling when I'm not wearing it. Do you ever feel that way?"

Feeling it's only fair, Archie removes his own hat and hands it to Fraser. "Oh yes," he says, nodding fervently. "A friend of mine, Charlie Kawalsky, gave me a nice warm knitted cap for Christmas, but I feel naked without this hat sometimes."

He coughs. "Figuratively, of course."

Fraser peers at Archie's hat and is please by the fine craftsmanship. He nods before giving it back to Archie.

"It's a fine hat, Mr. Kennedy. And I feel the same way without my hat. Very exposed. On that subject, during a recent trip into town, I had an unknown assailant throw a water balloon at my hat. Twice. Have you encountered such a thing?"

"I have, as a matter of fact!" exclaims Archie as he takes his hat back and hands Fraser back his own. "I was hit twice while down at the bakery the other night, and I still have no idea who was behind it, or why."

"I wasn't able to see who hit me either," Fraser says, placing his hat back on his head. "I was attempting to select a pastry and the next thing I knew, my hat was covered in water and was on the floor. Oddest thing. Whoever is behind these attacks must be very fast."

"And quite strong, too," agrees Archie. "I've a bruise on my back from where the first missile hit me. No sound nor sight of anyone in the vicinity who might possibly have done it, either. It's the strangest thing."

He looks thoughtful. "If Jaye hadn't told me that the alien pastry that attacked me from the sky was actually part of a class project, I might almost suspect the same source."

"A bruise? That does point to someone with superior strength," Fraser agrees. At the mention of pastries falling from the sky, Fraser frowns. "An alien pastry fell from the sky and struck you?"

"Something called a Twinkie?" Archie shakes his head. "They speak of it quite mundanely, but I can't quite believe anything that looks like that can possibly be natural. Evidently someone was throwing them off the roof as an experiment."

"A Twinkie?" Fraser's heard the word before and vaguely remembers Ray eating a pack once. He winces. "Yes, I know of them. They looks absolutely terrible for consumption so I can only imagine how being hit with one would feel. Did you ever find the culprit of that act?"

"No, but a fellow victim, Sydney Bristow, said she was going to find out." He considers for a moment. "I haven't seen her since, though. I suppose if I learned how to use the telephone I could do that, too."

"Ah. It does seem the telephone would come in handy for you even if it's nuisance at times," Fraser nods. "If you'd like some help investigating the Twinkie strike, feel free to let me know."

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