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4th Floor Common Room, Sunday Eve

John came limping up the stairs from his 'vacation' in the locker (still wearing a kilt and half covered in blue woad), and decided his room was just too damn far down the hall; he crashed on the couch in the fourth floor common room and immediately fell asleep. His walking cast stuck out from under his kilt like a white beacon.

[Common room open, as common rooms are. Cast available for signing.]

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Krycek had no reason to be in the fourth floor CR, but not much seemed to be going on in the dorms in general, so random wandering was totally reasonable.

He wasn't quite expecting to see someone sacked out on the couch in a kilt as he walked in, but, after he figured out who it was, Krycek paused for some amused, and partly figurative, pointing and laughing.

John may have snored at him.

Valentine had been itching for something to do to pass the evening. Given that his juggling endeavors in the morning left him just as hungry as before and with the creepy notion that he was being watched, he was prone to wandering to get his mind away from it all.
His wandering led him to the fourth floor, for some reason. And then, to the common room from there.
And there was a very happy individual, apparently.
"Exactly what are we laughing at?" he inquired, stepping up beside the laughing person.

Krycek glanced at Valentine, inclining an eyebrow at the masked man as he waved towards Connor. "That." He thought it was pretty self-explanatory.

Valentine looked incredulously from Krycek to the sleeping individual and just shook his head a little.
"It's a man, right? Asleep on a couch? Or is my eyesight off?"
It obviously wasn't the sleeping man's malformed face that this guy was laughing at. That would be downright hypocritical.

"You don't usually sleep in a common room," Krycek explained. "Unless you don't mind waking up either dressed up, written on or otherwise messed with."

He glanced at Valentine again. "You're new?"

Ah-- this was important knowledge. Valentine made a mental note not to sleep in the common room, lest some ignorant person think it a good idea to try to peel his face off or something equally ludicrous.

"I am new," he said with a nod. "This place is quite different from where I come from."

"I'll bet," he said dryly. "It's pretty different from just about everywhere."

"Is that so?" Valentine crossed his arms and looked back toward the sleeping person on the couch. "I find it rather boring, actually. Do most people?"

That made Krycek pause. "Most people, yeah," he said. He gave Valentine another look. "What's it like where you come from?"

"Dark, mostly. Unless it's light." He considered for a moment. "It was easier for a performer to make a living there, anyhow. Here they must kill all of the books, because people can actually catch them to read them without a net or something." He shook his head a little. "And there isn't a sphinx to be seen here, either. Not that I mind, but it really doesn't keep you on your toes."

Krycek smirked. "Let the school year get going - I'll bet something interesting will come up." Turning, he offered Valentine a hand. "Krycek. Do they shake hands where you're from?"

"Valentine, and yes, we do shake hands." Valentine grinned and went in for the handshake.
He liked this guy-- not one word yet about his face meant that he might get through a conversation without becoming entirely annoyed. "So, what sort of 'interesting something' has this place seen before, then?"

He shrugged after a firm handshake. "You've probably heard most of it already if everyone's done their 'warn the new kid' thing - invasions of monsters, plagues of frogs or bunnies, that kind of thing. Though it's possible it might just seem more like home, if you're finding it boring here so far."

If Valentine had possessed eyelids, he'd be blinking at the moment.
"It doesn't much matter where you come from, I don't think many people are 'right at home' with monster invasions. I wasn't warned about that one, that's for sure."

"You'd be surprised," Krycek said, though he personally couldn't remember anyone saying it was exactly normal anywhere either. "But no one's warned you? That's unusual. Normally everyone gets the 'we're regularly invaded by trolls, jello dragons, whathaveyou' warning right alongside the 'don't eat from the cafeteria' and 'sometimes closets turn you into animals' speeches."

...
"The closets thing, that's news to me also."
...
But he was still thankful that Krycek hadn't mentioned his face. Which most likely simply meant that he had been in this place long enough for it to seem normal?
Seemingly deceptive boring places. The nerve.
"This place doesn't have giant black tentacles of death that carbonize everything they touch by any chance, does it?"

Krycek frowned. "Not that I know of, but it wouldn't exactly surprise me anymore, either. Whatever kind of place Fandom is, there's always something new coming around when you least expect it."

Valentine grimaced. "Those things aren't new to me. They're the other thing about where I come from that have a way of keeping you on your toes. I'd be thrilled if they decided not to come here."

"Hopefully they'll stay there then." He shook his head. "But now that you've mentioned it? Probably a good idea to keep an eye out."

".... No kidding. So things have a tendency around here to leap out at you if you get cocky and think they won't, hm?"
Valentine was starting to actually kind of like the mundane atmosphere of the island so far.
"What is it about the cafeteria, then? Why do people keep warning me against it?"

Krycek smirked. "Pretty much. And the cafeteria... actually, I think it's safe most of the time, really. Just every once in a while a ham sandwich will make you sing disco for the day." He shrugged. "It's pretty tame in comparison to some things."

Valentine stared at Krycek with one of those 'should-be-deadpan-but-you-can't-tell-past-the-mask' expressions.
...
"You mean I've been heeding everyone's so-called good advice and starving for a week because of a possible song and dance number? I'm a performer. It's what I do." His 'deadpan' shifted into a deep scowl. "All I've had to eat this week was an apple and some pancakes on Friday. I'm starving here."

Trying really hard not to laugh, Krycek shook his head. "Don't know what to tell you -- bad advice happens."

"I'll say it does." Valentine's scowl went thoughtful for a moment, and he quirked his head. "The cafeteria doesn't charge for the food, does it?"
Because if it did? Still starving. Unless he sucked it up and asked his 'big sister' to help, like she had offered. But he had his pride!

"I don't think so," Krycek said. "Not everyone's got money around here, so I think it's for whomever needs somewhere to get food regularly."

Valentine couldn't help but maskpalm.
"Note to self;" he muttered into his hand. "Go to the cafeteria. Eat a meal a day. Risk being doomed to perform music that might possibly even increase my chances of eating better in the future."
And then, on a less muffled note-
"Thanks, Krycek, for letting me know."

Krycek shrugged slightly. "Hey, I've been here over a year now, so I might as well have that come in useful for someone. And on that note, actually, look out for gremlins and frogs."

Gremlins really didn't strike Valentine as odd.
However...
"Frogs? Why, what do the frogs do here? Belch out sharks?"
Sharks were fish. Fish could fly, honest. Sharks, therefore, could also fly. That would be bad.

Krycek's eyes widened and he shuddered. "God, no. I just don't like them." He didn't offer any other explanation before waving a hand, indicating the building around them. "The gremlins though, they live in the walls and the air vents. Nasty things that like to bite you. The venom seems to have random effects, but usually makes you think you're something else for a while." He cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe everyone would just think you were performing, but it can be embarrassing for most people."

"I have no idea why," Valentine said with a smirk. "Right then, no gremlins."
He stretched, looking again at the blue individual in the skirt before glancing at Krycek. "I should be following his lead, I think. I have my first class tomorrow-- Ethics. Something tells me that I want to be awake for that."
Just a crazy feeling he had that sleeping through ethics would be bad for his health.

"Sounds like a good idea," Krycek said, looking amused. "I was the Ethics TA last semester. Interesting class, especially given the teacher's a bit zealous. My advice is: don't argue, don't lie, and hope you're not completely diametrically opposed to any of his beliefs."

If there was any sort of amusement to be caught on Krycek's face, Valentine wouldn't have caught it, anyhow. Darn improper faces. He'd never get the hang of reading them.
"Thank you for the advice again, Krycek. It looks like you're going to be the reason I get through tomorrow fed and alive."
He grinned and bowed ever so slightly. "And now I'm going to go to my room, pray I don't get myself hung by the ankles on my way to my bed, and I'm going to sleep."

He nodded, thinking it was probably time he retreated for a good night's sleep as well. "'Night Valentine. Good luck and we'll probably see each other around."

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