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Fifth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

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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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?"

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.

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."

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?

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."

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

"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?"

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?"

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?"

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."

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.

"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."

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?"

Nadia smiled slightly. "No, not Crichton. I know him, he's in my shop class." Then the smile faded. "Bridge has . . . looked at me, before. When Angel was sick, he said I was a 'chosen one'. I'm going to ask him to look again, I guess. I need to find out what's going on with me."

Before it drove her completely insane. If it, you know, hadn't already.

"I'm glad Parker found the music box. It seemed like it was important."

"He's a good guy, but..." Angela shrugged. "Not really my type. Plus, Aeryn." She thought for a moment longer. "Wait, ex-Principal Connor's kid John? I've seen him around, a little. Brown hair, about yay tall?," she gestured.

"Bridge is a good guy. He told me I was psychic, a little." She looked at Nadia out of the corner of one eye, self-conscious. "And yeah, the music box seemed to be important to her. She found some other stuff, but it's kind of her story to tell, you know? Hers or Jarod's."

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?"

Nadia nodded and shrugged. "That sounds like him. John Connor, then. Maybe it didn't mean anything. I don't know.

"And that's okay, you don't have to tell me about Parker's business. Like I said, I'm just glad she found it, that's all."

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?"

"...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."

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.

"I've never even talked to him," Angela shrugged, then wondered if maybe she should. It wasn't every day she got married to someone in a dream.

"She found out a lot of stuff. I'm not even sure I could, like, do justice to it, explaining it? If that makes sense."

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

"About as much sense as anything does, these days." Nadia said. "Have you heard from Marty, recently?"

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.

That got Angela's face to light up. "He emailed me Friday," she said. "He said he was safe. Oh, and he wanted to know whether FH was turning into a petting zoo."

"But the main thing is, he's safe. Somewhere."

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