Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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Slumped comfortably on the couch, A.J. sat sketching, with a very untouched sandwich sitting on a plate on the nearby endtable. He was working on a new piece of abstract art and ended up getting rather engrossed in it. To a point where he not only forgot about the sandwich, but he was also forgetting about where he was, what he was doing, what it was about. Entirely caught up in the moment. He loved when the art took on a force of its own and simply seemed to be using him and his pencils as a channel for giving them life....


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"Oh, yeah," A.J. laughed. "That's almost entirely how it is when it comes to my art. Some of my best work is done when I need comforting, and, more often than not, I feel a million times better afterward."

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"You do understand! Oh, I'm so glad!" exulted Anne, a brilliant smile lighting up her features. "I thought I might sense a kindred spirit in you, A.J."

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"Kindred spirit, huh?" A.J. beamed right back. "I'm honored. And, yes, I'd have to say I feel a kindred spirit from you, too, Anne."

Quite a few people, really. The creative energy in this place was through the roof. He loved it.

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"I'm so pleased to know it!" said Anne merrily. "Words may be a place of solace, but so is knowing that even though I'm so far -- and long -- away from home, someone understands me."

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"That is kind of nice," A.J. admitted with a soft grin, "and I'm not even as far as you are, you know? ...Is it really hard? Adjusting?"

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"It has been difficult, but I'm coping somehow," Anne assured him. "I can't decide whether it's more intimidating than it is fascinating, honestly; in some ways it really is like being in a completely different world."

It might be best if no one explained the concept of different dimensions to her.

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"I'll bet," A.J. smiled softly. "Hopefully, though, the fascinating starts overpowering the intimidating, yeah? And, well, since we're kindred spirits and all, if you ever need help with that, let me know, okay?"

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"I'll be certain to, thank you," promised Anne. "And, well, every really good story has to have something intimidating in it, doesn't it? You just can't appreciate it quite as much without that bit of thrill, I've always thought. Only it's different somehow, when it's actually happening to you."

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A.J. bit his lip a little, considering the piece he'd been working on. "Again," he said, "I know entirely what you're talking about. But...I get intimidated...a lot. Over little stuff, not so much with big stuff, so maybe it's still different from what you're going through, but, yeah...I guess it does keep things interesting."

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"You really do understand! You really are a kindred spirit," sighed Anne rapturously. "I'm afraid I can't ever call you my bosom friend as Diana Barry is that already, but I think we'll get along just fine."

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A.J. nodded. "I wouldn't want to steal Diana Barry's thunder, after all. You probably miss her a lot, huh?"

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Anne's smile grew wistful. "I do, very much. I imagine she'd be overwhelmed even more than I was, if she were to visit, though."

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"Why's that?" A.J. asked, head tilting, and trying to think of what his, uh....bosom buddy might think of Fandom. He guessed that would be Corey. He imagined her already having a panic attack in the corner, and grinned a little.

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"She's led a rather sheltered life compared to mine," Anne explained, her tone delicate so as to imply no undue slight to Diana's upbringing. "And so she never had to get by on her imagination as often as I have."

[OOC: Same here, meds kicking in. Woo.]

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Maybe there was more to this kindred spirit thing than A.J. first thought. He blinked at Anne a little. "That's...kind of a lot like my best friend, Corey, really, too," he said, slowly.