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3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Night

Angela had spent most of the weekend holed up in her room, deliberately working her way through a Francesca Lia Block anthology and emerging only to sip oversweetened coffee and gaze soulfully at fruit salad.

But all good things must come to an end. Which is why she was in the common room, watching an I Love the 90's marathon on VH-1 and hoping someone would tell her she doesn't look that goofy.

Company would be welcome.

[OOC: Open post.]

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"Hey, Chase," Anders said, wandering down from the fifth floor common room with bits of spackle all over his shirt.

"Hi Anders," Angela said, twisting her head to notice the spackle. "What's on your shirt?."

"What?" Anders looked down at his shirt and laughed. "Oh. I was just helping Pippi repair the holes in the wall in the fifth floor common room. No idea how they got there, but there were a bunch of them. What are you watching?"

"I Love the 90's," Angela said. "Basically it's, like, 10 hours of people making fun of my era." She gestured to the screen, on which Kate Moss was strutting down the catwalk in gauze and flannel. "It's mesmerizing. How bad do you think she looks?"

"Wow," Anders said, staring at the screen. "That's kinda seriously painful."

Angela nodded. "And yet she got paid incredible amounts of money to look like that, go figure."

"And that is one more thing that makes life on the Thirteenth Colony a lot like life in the other Twelve," Anders said. "Which, let me tell you, is a very comforting thought after some things I found out today."

"Weird day?" Angela asked. "And it's kind of depressing to know there are models on other planets."

Anders spread his arms and shrugged resignedly. "I guess that's what happens when your people and my people supposedly have the same ancestors, huh?" He flicked a bit of spackle off his arm and scrunched up his face. "And yeah, weird. You know how we have, like, people from different versions of the same town and stuff here? And from different points in the same timeline? I guess I never expected to find out me and Cally had that issue. Turns out I'm, like, nine years older than her, really."

"Huh," Angela said. "How does that not come up, you guys were dating for so long?" She considered. "I'm nine years and ... three months older than Marty, really."

And she made a face, because it wasn't something she liked to think about.

"I have no idea, actually," Anders admitted. "We never really thought about that, since we never really talked about stuff from home all that much. So we just sort of assumed, you know?"

He made a face that might've been about the same. "I seriously never thought about any of it at all. I guess it shouldn't be surprising, considering this school, but wow. I'm dense."

Angela nodded slowly. "I guess home seems really far away," she said. "And no, you aren't dense. If it didn't come up, it didn't come up. Besides, you guys are over anyhow, right?"

"Yeah. Still friends, though." Anders laughed a little bit. "When I go home eventually, I won't be able to hang out with her 'cause she won't know me yet."

"You could wait," Angela suggested. "That's what ... I mean, it's silly? But that's kind of how I picture things with Marty. Wait long enough, and when I'm 30 he'll be 21. Not that weird."

"That's pretty much what Pippi said too," Anders replied, thinking it must be a redheaded logic thing maybe. "Of course, now I wonder if she'd remember me if the Cally from my time hasn't come to Fandom yet, and if she'd be the same one who ended up coming to Fandom later, and . . . this is why I don't think about these things."

Angela shrugged. "You just have to trust the universe, I guess? You know, like Sting said. 'If you love something, set it free.'"

Anders laughed. "Anyone ever tell you you're very wise, Chase?"

"Not nearly often enough," Angela said honestly. "Thanks, Anders."

"I mean it too, y'know," he assured her, making a mental note to remind her of this every so often.

"You're sweet," Angela told him. "So how are things with whassisname, Conner?"

"Interesting," Anders told her, with a mild twinge of guilt over the incident with Demyx earlier. "And not bad, I guess. It's so not lasting, but it's fun."

"Fun is good," Angela said. "I have a hard time with relationships as fun. I tend to kind of jump all the way in."

"I just got out of that, so I'm trying something a little different this time, I guess," Anders replied.

Angela smiled wistfully. "it seems like there should eb this happy medium, you know?"

"Yeah, but . . ." Anders scratched his ear and grinned wryly. "That'd make things too easy, and then what would we write sappy love songs about?"

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