Second floor common room: Saturday evening

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It was Saturday night and Jack was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself for sucessfully teaching a class at short notice yesterday. And having expended such a huge effort, he figured he was entitled to be incredibly lazy this weekend, just to balance things out. So he'd gone for ice cream - of which there were several flavours currently residing in the freezer, which had a sign saying 'Ice cream: Help Yourself' stuck on it - and camped out in the common room.

He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.

Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.

[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I can't promise anything, but I doubt he'd say no." At least, Jack didn't think so. "And I doubt the tango is necessary, but I don't actually know. I don't remember the last one of these I went to."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"It's been that long?" Evie asked idly, taking another scoop of ice cream and sighing happily. Possibly bouncing a little from the sugar.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"As far as I know it was last year, but I don't rememeber anything earlier than about five months ago." Jack shrugged. "So I get to do it for the first time again."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie accidentally swallowed a huge lump of ice cream, and blinked at him, feeling the cold burn down her throat. "Ow. And, why don't you remember it? Were you in an accident?" she asked in concern.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No, I was in a deliberate," he teased, wondering exactly how to explain it to Evie? "Let's just say some thing happened that meant I needed to lose about a year's worth of memory, most of which was of when I was here."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie gave him a 'silly man' look, then a worried one. "Oh. That sounds-- rather drastic? Are you quite well? And, and, wasn't that difficult?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yes, yes, and yes." He patted her hand and smiled. "Don't worry about, Evie. Okay?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Well. All right." She gave him one last furrowe-brow of Oh Dear, then took another gulp of ice cream. "Will there be drinking at the Homecoming Dance? Or anything else I should be wary of?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I don't remember, remember?" he pointed out, grinning. "In this place anything's possible. I'd be surprised if there was official alcohol, but someone's bound to slip some in. And I'm sure something strange will happen."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Goodness." Evie's tones mingled dread and delight. "Do you really think so? Should I, I don't know. Take my brolly with me? To fend off attacks?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack blinked at the image that rose unbidden, of Evie in the blue dress from her printouts, swinging a brolly at a hissing gremlin. It broke down a bit because he didn't know what a brolly was. "Umm, maybe? Is a brolly some kind of weapon?"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"My umbrella. I'm sure the Americans here call it something else, but it has a very sharp point on the end," Evie said hopefully. "And it's marvelously useful for getting through crowds at Customs."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He could just picture her weilding an umbrella as a weapon. "Maybe not," he grinned. "I'm pretty sure most people aren't going to be armed. And you'd have trouble dancing if you were trying to coordinate yourself and an umbrella, and I'd hate to get stabbed in the foot."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Evie probably sounded a bit disappointed *and* relieved. "Then I shall just have to hide under the refreshments table, I suppose, in the event of an attack." Another spoonful of ice cream, and a bounce.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully there won't be an attack. The weirdness here takes many forms. Plagues of kittens, for example." Jack was beginning to think Evie and too much sugar were a dangerous combination. "One thing about this place, it's never boring."