Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

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After a handwavey walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.


[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

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"Okay." Dawn fidgeted and wished for something to do with her hands. "So, um, how's that going?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"My shrink is very pleased by my progress," Tyler deadpanned, a tiny bit amused by her discomfort. "Would you like to call her and ask her yourself?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"No," she shook her head. "I...I'm sorry, it's just that the last crazy person I knew killed an awful lot of people before he got himself back under control."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Clumsily, Tyler reached out to pat Dawn's arm.

"I've never killed anybody," he said, realizing that might not exactly be comforting, or -- and he saw Bob's face again -- absolutely true. "One of the things that got me under control was that I realized people could die with what we were doing."

"Does that help at all?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it does, a little bit." She smiled slightly at him, tilting her head. "So, had enough of the fishbowl?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler blushed and looked at his hands. "Depends. Had enough of my life story?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"If you're done talking about it," she shrugged, not completely sure she could trust him, but not willing to give up on him either.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure what else I can say," Tyler said. "You got the high points."

His gaze went to the floor. This might be the hardest part of the conversation.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn sighed and set her plate on the table. "So. What do you want? I don't trust you completely, but I know how it sucks to be watched every second in case you do something wrong."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler snorted. "I have a babysitting squad," he said. "Veronica, Bel, Cam and English Peter, and I think Jamie Madrox just volunteered. If I ever frighten you, or you talk to me and get a sense that I'm not really there? Tell one of them. They promised to leave me alone as long as I'm a good boy. I guess I have to trust them."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she nodded, "I can do that." Dawn spent a minute appreciating the irony that was Bel agreeing to watch anybody else, given what he was going through. "So...anything else going on in the land of Tyler?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler couldn't help it. He giggled.

"I think that's enough," he said. "How is the land of Dawn?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good. You gonna play volleyball in Isabel's Fourth of July game?" Hey, if nothing else, she could help recruit.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Tyler mused, a little off-balance by how quickly the conversation had become normal again. "Hadn't heard about that yet. When's she doing sign-ups?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Dawn answered. "It may just be a whoever shows up and wants to play gets to be on a team kind of thing."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Then I guess I'll see," Tyler shrugged.

[OOC: Because of my new work schedule, he most likely won't be playing. ]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Dawn said, "but at least you know about it."


[ooc: 's okay. I'm not sure Dawn'll be there watching either. *g*]