Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam hadn't had enough room in her own dorm room to read the swoop bike schematics from Anakin properly, so now they were spread out on the common room floor. She was taking notes and adding her own annotations to the plans, in the hopes that she'd know what she was doing when it came time to help Cameron.

There was a radio playing oldies on in the background, and Sam occasionally sang (badly) a lyric or two. Besides, the work helped her keep her mind off where she'd gotten them, and the fact that she wouldn't be able to ask Anakin for help when she got stuck.

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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that would explain it. What part of England is he from?" Evie asked, tilting her head and marveling at Zero's hair. It didn't look quite real. Evie was thinking how much she'd like red streaks in her hair.

[swerval_zero]

"He's from London. Dirk Hopeless, p'raps you've heard of him. Or..." Zero looked Evie over. Something about the clothes... "Maybe not?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Most likely not." Evie looked doleful. "I'm from 1916. I haven't heard of anything, it seems. Althought at least I'm from this planet."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, that's a plus. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll catch up right quick," Zero assured her. "You've only got ninety years to go through. One of my friends is from ancient Greece. I don' know how she manages."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Really? Do you think I could meet her? And talk to her? Does she only speak Greek? Mine isn't very good, I only know how to ask for the road to Dakara and where the water is," Evie babbled. "And how on Earth did she adjust, good lord, that must've been entirely *terrifying*."

[swerval_zero]

"Cal's not the 'terrified' type. She speaks English just fine--just about everyone does. Not sure why, so we pretty much chalk it up to 'Fandom weirdness.' I don't know how much she likes to talk about her past, really."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's too bad." Evie looked disappointed, then rallied. "Still. Maybe she wouldn't mind talking about impersonal things? Towns, and, and, school, and food, and such?" She looked shy for a second, and said, "I'm going to be an archaeologist, you see. Egypt, really, but Greece is fascinating as well. I won't pester her if you think it's unwise, though."

[swerval_zero]

"You could always try," Zero said. Cal had to keep her weapons locked up, after all... "If she doesn' wanna she'll just tell you to bugger off."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps I won't bother her in person, then. I can always send a note, that's much more polite." Evie looked comforted by this idea. "Are you from this time? 2006? I assume you are, since you mentioned me knowing who your father was."

[swerval_zero]

"Couple of years ago, actually, but close enough as makes little difference, most of the time."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"There's really no rhyme or reason to it, is there?" Evie's not unsettled by that, no. "People from Ancient Greece, other planets, a couple thousand years in the future, and five or six years in the past or two or three in the past or two or three in the future..." She took a breath. "It makes my head spin."

[swerval_zero]

"You get used to it," Zero assured her. "Or, zombies attack."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dear." Evie wrote down zombies, and stared dolefully at her notebook.