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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

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Somehow Irulan mistakes Parker's horror for fascination and begins to nod enthusiastically. "Everyone, but since the commoners cannot afford most of the headdreses, they fabricate their own."

Now she's really sad. Just... sad. "What is your name, new kid?" She leaves off you sad pathetic victim of the delusions of a fashion world gone wrong. "And, dare I ask: commoners?"

Irulan straightens, "I am the daughter of Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV, Princess Royal Irulan Corrino of House Corrino." She inclines her head, "Greetings..."

Irulan pauses and realizes she has not asked for a name, she looks at Parker hopefully.

Parker's lips twitched, and she managed not to smirk, just smile. A lot. "Parker. No other titles. They weigh so much. Ask around." She inclined her head in a move she remembered from Titania. "Greetings to you as well. Emperor of...?"

Irulan considered Parker, maybe Parker was a title in itself? She certainly held herself like nobility. Irulan determined she would inquire later.

"Emperor of the Known Universe." Irulan said, you could practically *hear* the capitals.

"Of course he is," Parker said cordially. Some Known Universe was missing a pwintheth, to quote Aeryn. "And you're here to-- expand your education?"

Irulan hesitated, she's come to terms with it but there were days. "Yes, my father, the Emperor, thought it wise that I, as you said, 'expand my education'."

"Ah." And Parker's not going to twit her for that. The hat, yes, father being pre-emptory, no. It had to be just as difficult to tell the Emperor of the Known Universe to stuff it than the Chairman of the Centre. "Well, you'll find it's great for that. Inside classes and out." She flicked a glance at Irulan's--- head thing. "And there's always shopping, on weekends."

Irulan was grateful Parker did not pursue the subject of her father further.

"Majority of people I spoke with share the same sentiment." Irulan said and smiled. "Shopping would also be wonderful experience."

Because shopping was a universal past time as far as Irulan's concerned.

"Maybe a shopping trip into D.C. is in order, sometime soon." Parker looked thoughtful. "Or even to All & Sundries. They have a few things." Never enough to satisfy Parker, though. "This weekend I have plans. But perhaps, sometime not too far from now...." She really ought to still be snarking. "But not when you're wearing the hat. Crown. Butterfly. Thing."

The names of the places Parker was reeling off were unknown to her but the prospect of shopping was a cheering enough thought.

"You are right, much too elaborate for a shopping trip. I could just wear my other headdress," Irulan offered, "Or my veil."

"Veil's good," Parker said immediately. "Less chance of--" Embarassing me by being seen with you? "--being bothered. Some of the more traditional sects on Earth wear them too." She smiled, shaking her head, somewhat bemused. "So, have you met a lot of people here so far?"

"Veil it is then," Irulan said with a nod. "I've only met a middling few Kaylee, my Elder sister; Pam, my roommate; Evie Carnahan, a girl named Jo, Dean Winchester and," here she pauses, trying very, very hard not to blush, "And Jack Harkness."

Parker knows Jack-induced blushing when she sees it. "Ohhh, yes. Jack." She grinned wide. "Total sweetheart. Taken, sadly. A natural resource being hoarded by only two people. But still, charming as hell."

Irulan looks forlorn at that statement. "Oh." Irulan forges on quickly just in case Parker read anything into that. "He was very kind to me yesterday. He offered to teach me how to shoot."

"Really." Parker looked speculative, then nodded, keeping her face deadpan. "He's a very good shot, you'd learn a lot from him. Very patient." She couldn't help but grin a little more, teasing Irulan. "At that, and other things." She stretched a little, remembering tims gone by. Ah, well.

Irulan's eyes widen at the implication. "That is very good to know. The shooting I mean."

"Mmmm-hmm." Parker's quota of torment for the night has just been fulfilled. As well as being kind, offering to take Irulan shopping for a new hat. Good evening, overall. "He's a good friend, too. I won't say he's harmless, but he is on the side of the angels. So to speak."

"He is very sweet and he is, indeed, on the side of angels," From Irulan's tone, he might as well be floating around with a golden halo. And a harp.

Parker's smile widened again, and she barely managed not to sing Someone's got a crruuusssh. She couldn't resist saying, "But just enough devil to be fun. He helped me paint the Valentine's Day posters with naughty stick figures last year. Angels don't have that kind of imagination."

Irulan boggled at the imagery, her cheeks felt warm.

"That is a handy skill." She said shakily. She can't seem to stop looking at Parker with big wide eyes.

"Isn't it?" Parker abandoned new-girl-torment for the moment, and smiled, yawning a little, and covering it with one hand. "It's been lovely speaking with you, Princess Irulan. I hope I see you around this weekend. Perhaps at Caritas, or at the birthday party tomorrow."

Irulan nodded, very pleased she made another friend. "I hope to see you around too, Parker, I shall endeavor to go to Caritas and to the Birthday party." She was already thinking of wearing her other headdress.

And hopefully, she wouldn't cause a traffic accident with her hats on the way. "Good night, then. Talk to you later."

"Good night," Irulan echoed, tilting her butterfly wings headdress.

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