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Fourth Floor Common Room//Thursday Morning
Seras had taken the medicine that Ms. Poppins had given her before bed last night. It had, oddly enough, tasted just like gingerbeer. And, it seemed to be at least somewhat effective.
Seras still looked rather corpse-like, but her appetite was back. Which was a good thing because the two pairs of jeans that she hadn't cut up while under the impression that she was, in fact, an anarchist punkish rebel, were starting to bag at the waist.
Still clad in pajamas and wearing thick, though mismatched socks, she'd made her way down to the Common Room and fixed herself (and anyone else who cared for some) a large batch of apple cinnamon oatmeal with lots of brown sugar.
She was now curled up on the couch, dividing her attention between her breakfast, the old Errol Flynn movie that was on tv, and her copy of the London Times, circa 1993.
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Seras still looked rather corpse-like, but her appetite was back. Which was a good thing because the two pairs of jeans that she hadn't cut up while under the impression that she was, in fact, an anarchist punkish rebel, were starting to bag at the waist.
Still clad in pajamas and wearing thick, though mismatched socks, she'd made her way down to the Common Room and fixed herself (and anyone else who cared for some) a large batch of apple cinnamon oatmeal with lots of brown sugar.
She was now curled up on the couch, dividing her attention between her breakfast, the old Errol Flynn movie that was on tv, and her copy of the London Times, circa 1993.
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He pokes his head in the common room and sees Seras.
Usual manners forgotten he asks, "Food?"
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"Through there," she said, using her spoon to point the way to the kitchen where she'd laid out the pot of oatmeal and some bowls and spoons.
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runswalks at a sedate pace to the kitchen and returns with a bowl of oatmeal."Thank you so much! I haven't had much real food since I got here."
He extends his hand, "I'm Teddy by the way."
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"Research?" she asked.
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"I'm from 1993, and I took out a subscription before I left for Fandom," she said, "So, technically, this is the lastest news."
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Tyler wandered up to the common room and sniffed at the oatmeal. "Hi, Seras. Is this for everyone?"
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"Yup. There's a big pot in the kitchen. Help yourself."
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Had he been told about this one? He couldn't remember...
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His oatmeal suddenly got much, much more fascinating. He'd managed to avoid her for almost a month, and he wondered if he could stretch that for the whole year.
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"Morning! Want some breakfast?"
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handwavilyexplore the town to have an idea of its streets and shops, but she'd kept to herself rather then socializing.All the socializing was a bit overwhelming, actually, but she thought she was starting to find her footing.
So, common room. Right. There she was. Going to the common room. She'd even left her hat in her room.
She peeked in the common room door then straightened herself and went inside.
"Good morning."
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"How's the roommate situation?"
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Or at least people who sounded like they were English.
"Morning! Want some breakfast?"
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He bounded into the room, looking for food when he was struck with the girl lying on the couch.
The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. With... assets that would make Zorin blush. He stared at her in unashamed wonder.
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Right. Fandom.
If Seras noticed Schrodinger's staring, her brain edited and interpreted that information to conclude that he must be hungry and thus staring at her oatmeal.
"Would you like some breakfast?"
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