Fifth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had felt like a ghost, walking through town on her way back from visiting Bel. She didn't feel connected to Fandom, for some reason, or to the various NPC people she'd passed on the walk. The feeling hadn't faded when she'd gone into the dorms, either.

She stopped by her room to get a few small things to eat and check her voicemail. Damn. It seemed like there were still a lot of people worried about her.

She'd have to start talking to them, eventually, she supposed.

She plopped herself down on the common room couch, in an attempt at being normal and social, and turned on the TV.

Surprise, surprise, Bitterwoman was on.

[ooc: open to whoever, for all your common room needs.]

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[chasingangela]

Nadia lived on the fifth floor, right? So that was where Angela decided to look for her first.

Bingo.

"Hey," she said cautiously, plopping down in a chair. She didn't knwo where to start with the bigstuff, so: "Which episode is this?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia startled slightly, having gotten lost in thought, then shrugged. "Um, Bitterwoman is being angry and chasing bad guys?"

Yeah, she had absolutely no idea what episode this was.

[chasingangela]

Angela smiled slightly, then watched for a few moments. "Oh, is this the one where Bitterwoman almost gets captured then has to tie up the bad guys?"

She shook her head. "I think they only had one script for this show."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I think you're right. Or all the channels always show the same episode."

See? She could do this. Normal conversation. No problem.

So what if she kept remembering Angela kissing that John kid?

[chasingangela]

Angela shrugged. "It could be both."

She sat nervously for a moment. Then: "So did you talk to the guy at the record store? He sounded weirdly worried, Friday."

[nadiathesaint]

Oh. Not so normal conversation any more. Nadia looked down and away. "Um, no. Not yet. I think he's mad, because I quit."

[chasingangela]

"Oh." Angela said. "Because he didn't sound mad. Concerned. Not, like, angry."

She tilted her head. "Did you just decide you didn't need a job anymore, or what?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia winced ever so slightly. "Um, something like that, yeah."

How the hell was she supposed to explain things to people? They'd probably lock her up, or something. They probably should, when she really thought about it.

"Do you know anything about dreams?"

[chasingangela]

Angela shrugged, accepting Nadia's explanation. It sometimes seemed like nobody at the school needed to work, and, anyhow, it wasn't really her business. "At least tell him, so he quits worrying," she said.

"And not really, other than that I sometimes have some strange ones. How come?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia took a deep breath. "I've been having weird ones, too. A lot of them. You've been in them, sometimes. With Marty, but last night. . . . You were married. To someone at the school. Not Marty."

[chasingangela]

Angela rubbed her forehead. "Okay, that's weird." Especially because she didn't ecven think she would be ready to marry Marty for at least five years. If they ever got married.

If she ever saw him again, and dear god, why was she thinking about marriage when that was still a question?

"Who was I married to?" she asked.

[nadiathesaint]

"I don't know him, I've just seen him around. You called him John?" Nadia shook her head.

"I don't really know why I'm dreaming things, but I think, sometimes, they're true? I dreamed about Parker's mom, and a music box, and Parker knew what I was talking about even though she'd never mentioned it to me, before." She shrugged and hugged herself. "Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this."

[chasingangela]

Angela snorted as the only John she was friendly with at school came to mind. "Not Crichton. Aeryn would kill me, literally."

She gave Nadia a thoughtful look. "And I'm interested in this stuff. But that's weird. She found the music box, when we were in Delaware."

"Has Bridge Carson ever done his -" Angela wiggled her fingers "-thing, to see if you have any special powers?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip, still in his workout clothes, poked his head in.

"Hey, Nadia. I think the lemurs took your guitar and amp and left them by my room. Want me to move them into there for ya?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's eyes widened.

She'd completely forgotten about the guitar and the note and things.

"Y-yeah, o-okay. I was, um, wondering what happened. To the guitar." She glanced at Pip, trying to act casual and most likely failing miserably. "There wasn't a . . . note, or anything, was there?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...No," Pip said, his eye narrowing. "Should there have been? I'm pretty sure lemurs are not known for their abillity to write. Though these were pretty impressive, musically."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia closed her eyes and breathed a soft sigh of relief. One less person to have to explain things to.

"No. Of course not. That'd be silly. Lemurs writing notes." She laughed. Probably a little lamely.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip tilted his head to the side slightly. "Yes. It would be. Blatantly rediculous. Almost makes you wonder why you even brought it up."

[nadiathesaint]

Aw crap.

One of these days, Nadia would learn to shut her mouth and keep it that way.

"Yeah," she tried to laugh again. Didn't so much work. "I bet it does." She stared down at her lap.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "That it does. If you ever figure out an answer to it and feel like talking about it, you be sure and let me know. I'm sure it'd make for an interesting discussion."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia winced. Okay. She really did have to start explaining things eventually. Or else just hide in her dorm room for the rest of her life, and she was pretty sure Walter wouldn't actually let her do that.

"Because I put a note on the guitar when I put it outside your room on Thursday."

Hey, maybe if she said it quietly enough, he wouldn't hear her? And then it wouldn't be her fault if she didn't tell him, right?

Chyeah, right.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Unforunately, one of the ways Pip adjusted to having only one eye was to work on his hearing.

He walked into the room and sat down on the couch next to Nadia. "This, of course, begs the question of why you put the guitar outside my room on Thursday," he said, looking at her.

[nadiathesaint]

"I thought I wasn't going to need it any more."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Pip said, as if this conversation were completely normal. "That's a funny thing to think. Did you get a better one? Because, even if you did, you should keep both. One to practice on and one to perform on."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stared at Pip for a long moment, very, very confused by his nonchalance. She blinked, then shook her head. "No, I didn't get a better one."