fandomhighdorms | First floor lobby late Sunday night/early Monday morning

McNinjaPants? There might have been a slight hanging of Sakurazaki's jaw.

She perches herself on the back of one of the couches. "Anything you need to let go from it, John?" Her head tilts slightly, feeling a bit concerned. She recognized pacing like that.

"Yes. No. I dunno what's going on, 'cept I gotta find out what happened." He rubs his shoulder, absently.

Well, that didn't give her much to spring from. "Find out what happened when?" she tries.

"I... I don't want to talk about it. Ranma should know, if he was even there. Were you there?" John's being a bit erratic. He runs his left handthrough his hair.

He raises an eye. "Do you mean when I kneed you in the ribs on the roof?"

"Before. When this," he gestured to his arm, "happened."

"The poker game?" Sakurazaki bites back a grin. Yeah, totally not the time for that, but she really couldn't help that one. Not after "McNinjapants."

He kinda laughs at Setsuna's strange input. "You had that happen at camp right? I was on the roof. I think I slept though it. I told you to go get it checked. Why didn't you?"

"I did get checked. Not dislocated, just sore as fuck. And Ican'tbelieve you slept through it. I'm not even sure if an 'it' happened, evidence toteh contary."

"It can't be just SORE for this long. And SOMETHING had to have happened."

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't know what happened. I just don't know." Pacing resumes.

Sakurazaki feelings pretty clueless, too, but she's been able to put a few pieces together. "Do you remember any of it? Even any random bits or pieces?"

"Oh, I remember." stop pace. "I remember things that can't be true, and I keep reliving themin my dreams."

Sakurazaki shoots Ranma a look of annoyance. "Ranma, don't talk Japanese in front of people like that; it's rude.

Her attention goes back to John, still trying to jam unseen pieces together, trying to get what she can out of him. "What kind of things that can't be true?"

//He can understand me.// He yawns, giving John an annoyed look.

John sighs (shallowly). "Ranma already knows some of this, I think. //He's also a jerk.// In the future, computers build robots to destroy humans. They sent one back in time to kill my mom before I was born. They sent another back in timewhen I was 13(?) to kill me. I don't doubt they'll try again. I didn't expect it to be here. Or... as that."

She bites back a grin at the jerk comment, but, glancing over to Ranma, it slips. She shakes her head.

"Doesn't sound too impossible to me. At all. But I am having difficultly...connecting it to this...event they you guys are talking about..."

Ranma sticks out his tounge at John. "Nyahh. I know who the real jerk is anyway. Well I don't really get that stuff too much either. I know there was some fight in the cabin. Or something."

"So that was real. I had a dream, that it'd come back in force this time, and... Fight."

He paused.

"When I came to, the cabin was empty. I fled to teh workshop, thinking I'd be safe,that everyone'd be safe wtiht me out of the way."

"Any of your other cabinmates mention anything to you about it?" There's a strange urgency in Sakurazaki's voice. If this is what she thinks it is, this could be important.

"I haven't talked to them," he said flatly. "Either one was not who he says he is, or... one was not who he says he is."

"Yo. It's just a dream. You gotta let it go. ~~I mean once I had this dream about this guy Kuno...~~" This is his way of being comforting.

"THIS," he says, pointing to his arm in the sling, "WAS NOT JUST A DREAM."

He calms down.

"I did not just imagine a fight with a red and black ~~demon~~ cyborg and sleep-fucked-up my arm. No, ther'es something here. And I dont' know what it is." John? Not looking the sanest.

Sakurazaki does get a decent slap to the back of Ranma's head, but John beat her to actually yelling at him. So she gets time to settle down and approach it with a little less crossness in her voice.

"John's right, Ranma. Sometimes, dreams aren't just dreams, especially when it comes to matters involving foresight or potentential time travel rifts. When such elements are prevelant, dreams can often be a gateway into a warning or an advisory. John, I really think it's important that you talk to the other" yes, there's a slight glare toward Ranma there "cabinmates...talk to someone about what happened that night. I'm not entirely sure, but it sounds like you might have had a waking dream, where the line between dream and reality were blurred. They're not that uncommon with...people in exceptional positions..."

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