third floor common room ;; noon

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After getting a shorter haircut than he originally thought, Sawyer stalked through the halls with a brooding look on his face - not like it was always there or anything. Sighing, he turned the corner on floor three and took a seat on the couch in the middle of the common room. He felt...awkward with the short hair but he'd get used to it.

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Sawyer arches a brow at her and then it clicks, half these kids aren't even from this century, let alone this year. He shakes his head slowly, blue eyes sticking to hers, "Noooo. It's 2006." a pause, "Is that bad?"

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

2006?!

Tempe begins flailing internally, panic rising within her.

"Um, no, not at all," Tempe tries to reply calmly, though it ends up sounding like a croak. "It's just that, when I left yesterday, it was 1994."

12 years in a day. Wow. Something had definitely gone wonky on that plane.

Good thing she hadn't had any friends back in Illinois, otherwise she'd be a whole lot more panicky and disappointed about her time displacement than she actually was. What had she really had back in '94? A foster family who hated her, school acquaintances that teased her, a good-for-nothing older brother that had abandoned her soon after her parents' disappearance.

Maybe 2006 was the better option.

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This was interesting, she had skipped 12 years - he could only imagine what that princely douche that Paige liked so much felt like when he learned it was 2006.

He breathes deeply, "Hey. Think of it this way. No more bad Power Ranger repeats?" he cracks a small comforting smile, trying his best to make her feel more at ease with the fact that she skipped 12 years.

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The fact that Sawyer doesn't think she's completely lost it, when she says 12 years have past, quells the rising panic. Maybe it's not such an odd occurrence here?

Tempe can't help the giggle that escapes her at the thought of the TV show. She remembers when it first started airing the previous year.

She also, however, remembers her little foster brother whipping his helmet across the room at her in rage when she'd flicked the blaring television off while she was trying to read. She winces at the thought as she remembers the large bruise that had formed once the helmet had hit her hip bone.

Come to think of it, Tempe was very glad she was no longer in 1994...

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To him, 2006 seemed a whole hell-of-a-lot better than that drab 1994. She was here now and he was going to make her feel welcome, no matter how much skin or sweettalk was involved.

He chuckled when she giggled, he really hated that damn show but its the first thing that came to mind when she said 1994.

Sawyer clears his throat and runs an awkward hand over his short hair, it makes him twist his face into a slight grimace before looking back over at her.

"So, what time do you like better? 1994 or 2006?" Eager with the need to just pounce on her because she was so cute.

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Tempe watches him run his hand through his hair. There's one piece that is now sticking straight up, and for some reason, this is endearing enough to make Tempe giggle even more. She wonders if his hair is always like this, and a stray thought flits through her head about him looking as if he has just woken up.

"Honestly? 2006. I didn't have much keeping me in 1994. I, um, didn't have a great family life," Tempe replies, feeling more at ease than she had earlier in the conversation. She stretches her legs out and rests her feet on the coffee table.

If Tempe had known what Sawyer was thinking, she'd probably have blushed and grinned shyly. And been really, really flattered.

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He tries his best to smooth down his hair now but it's not as easy as it was with the extremely long hair; and yet, he seems to like the short hair the most since it makes him feel cleaner.

Sawyer nods as she speaks, "That makes two of us then, darlin'. Ain't too much of a family life either." He also feels at ease with her right now, he never opened up like this with Paige - she had to pry it out of him but he liked this girl a whole lot.

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The hair also makes him look cleaner. Though Tempe honestly wouldn't have cared if he'd had long, shaggy hair, no hair, or a bright green wig. Somehow, she realized, it wasn't just about looks.

As Sawyer talks, Tempe nods, and a warm, kindred feeling, like maybe he actually understood where she was coming from, filled her.

A sudden thought occurs to her, and she looks up at the clock on the wall. The office had said something about cabins when they'd handed her the room assignment. Something about cabins and moving in tonight.

"What do you know about the cabins?"

Well, that wasn't vague at all. Hopefully, he'd figure out what she was talking about. Or just think her brain had exploded.

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"That's right. We gotta be movin' in tonight, huh?" he stands and holds out his arm for her to take, "I'd rather not piss off the administration here. You never know if they'll make me shoot at zombies again." A shiver runs through him.

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Tempe nods, although she really has no idea. She was so confused when she'd signed in yesterday, that she may have imagined the whole thing.

"Zombies?" Tempe replies, raising an eyebrow. "Is that, um, a usual occurrence here at Fandom?"

Tempe takes his arm, silently thrilled.

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He nods slowly, "Actually, there was a zombie raid once. Wasn't really paying attention when it happened - I opted to drink instead." he chuckles, that was such a long time ago, "Detention isn't really that bad though."

Sawyer made his way towards..."Where's your room at?" Now, that's something he might want to remember.

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Tempe nods. "I don't think I'd want to deal with zombies, either." Probably because it would be the first time she'd actually encountered zombies in real life, which would be kind of freaky. Though she might secretly be thinking about what kind of bone structure they have, if any at all. Can't tear a scientist away from interesting science, even if it defies all laws of...science.

"317," Tempe replies, allowing him to steer her.

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Sawyer smirks as he pulls her into a hallway, making his way steadfast to her room. He really just wanted to see what he room looked like and then ask her out to dinner or something later when they're done packing stuff to take to her room.

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Tempe follows him down the hall toward her room. He seemed to know his way around pretty well. She'd had quite a bit of trouble just finding her way to the common room. It's amazing how many wrong turns one can make on a straightaway. At least now she knew where to go if she wanted to do laundry...

Arriving in front of her door, she unlocks and opens the door. "Welcome to my room. It's not much yet," she said, indicating the bare walls and plain bedspread (on the really, really neatly made bed). She jerked her head toward her as-yet-unseen roommate's side of the room. "I think she's been here a bit longer than I have." Especially since I've only been here since yesterday morning, and I was asleep for much of that time, she thought to herself.