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Third Floor Common Room [evening]

Evey had found her room with little difficulty, and after tossing her bag towards one of the (thank heaven) two beds, she'd memorized where she'd be returning and wandered out to see what she might find.

And naturally, the there was the common room on her floor, with a television (granted, much older than she was accustomed to, but it would do.) And where there was a television, there was news, and ways to catch up with the fact that she was twenty years in the past.

As a result, Evey was curled up on the couch, quietly flipping through channels and trying to acquaint herself with a world that seemed somewhat different from her history lessons. Perhaps her memory was just a touch fuzzy.

[open! come watch TV yay!]

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Okay, it was official. A.J. definitely approved of this girl. "Good to know," he said, smirking back. "About the large ass and the map, that is. Not so much with the dinosaurs. I think you'll be good there, though, 'cause the way I think those sorts of things happen around here is that they're, like, different every time or something. So, you'll get, like...um, I don't know...big...giant...yetis or something. But you said you're from Minnesota, right? Those shouldn't be a problem for you."

Amber laughed. "Yah, you betcha! I would like to see giant yetis! From far away but I would still like to see them."

Tilting her head, she continued to smile. "You're funny, A.J. I'm glad I met you on my first day here."

It was pretty damn hard not to beam at a compliment like that. "Good! Thanks. I'm glad, too. You seem pretty cool yourself, Amber. What grade are you going into?"

She was still amused by the whole Abominal Snowman but was blushing at his compliment. "Thank you. I'm a junior, what about you?"

"Senior," A.J. said, with a nod. "Although it doesn't really make much of a difference here; they keep the classes pretty open to any grade. Which ones you taking?"

"Freshman through senior are combined here? I've never heard of that before," she stated with a quizzical expression. "Oh, um, I'm taking Drivers Ed, Ethics, and The Art of Cool. I don't know how I got in that last class. What kind of class is that? How to be cool? I'm curious I'll tell you that much."

"It's a small school," A.J. shrugged. "They probably have to combine the grades just to fill classes. And the Art of Cool? That..." He drew in a deep breath. "That sounds like a Stinson class."

"Yes, that was the teachers name, and oh, why are you looking like that? Is he not a good teacher?"

"I'm not a fan, myself?" A.J. offered, wincing a little and giving Amber a sympathetic look. "Um, I mean, I took one class with him, and it was kind of ages ago, but...he's a little..." He struggled to think of a good word or two to explain. "Um. Well....."

How did someone explain that you didn't really like a guy because you thought he was pretty much a jerk and made you act like a complete idiot in front of cute girls to a cute girl without making said cute girl think you were a total dork?

"Oh my gosh your look and lack of explanation is saying it all. Oh my gosh." Amber never thought she'd be having sucky classes. "I don't do well under pressure. I have a temper if I think I'm right. Could this be a problem? A.J., what kind of teacher is he? I have to know or I won't be able to sleep tonight," she said in hopes of convincing him to tell her something.

"He's not that bad!" Amber's reaction was making A.J. really need to flail because he didn't mean to get her all worried. Nor did he expect her to, because, hello, after dinosaurs and yetis, what was a crappy teacher? "He's just, uhhh, well..." A.J.'s hand covered his face, which was now starting to turn a little red. "The class I took from him was about dating and stuff, so let's just say that his idea of how to pick up chicks is really, really different from my own. As in, not skeevy. And, uh, he'll probably think you're a lesbian, too. Or maybe he'll get over it for this class. I don't know. I kind of avoid the guy now. He's crazy."

Classes were very important to Amber. And if she didn't like the teacher...?

Why was A.J. blushing? Oh my gosh, Amber soon found out from his explanation and her face turned a little red as well. "I'm not a lesbian, oh no, no, no... I'm not."

Crazy was not good. Amber's dealt with enough crazy in her life.

"Maybe I can take him an apple," she said, venturing on the desperate side.

"That would be...interesting," A.J. said, because, as he thought about it, he realized he couldn't in a million years perceive how Stinson would respond to that from what he knew of the guy. "Well, he might think you were hitting on him, or something, but..."

Amber blinked. Then she sort of slipped down to sit on the floor, legs crossed. "Oh my gosh. No apples. I'm a good student, I'll just do what I have to do."

She didn't need to think about The Art of Cool.

"What classes are you taking?"

And now A.J. was going to feel really bad if he went to Amber for a follow-up on how her first Art of Cool class went, only to find out that Stinson had mellowed out a bit since the summer.

But he doubted he'd really have to worry about it.

"Uhhhh, Inventoelectronics, or something like that, and Art History."

He beamed, particularly, at the last one.

She noticed his beaming. It was hard to ignore especially given the subject of his first class. "You must enjoy art? It's kind of written all over your face."

"As it should be," A.J. said, grin only broadening. "Art is kind of my life."

"You feel about art like I do about tap dancin'," she smiled. "Do you have any displays hangin' up on any of the walls here? I would like to see what you do."

"Even better," A.J. smirked proudly. "Some of the walls here are my works. I've painted a couple of friends' rooms out of a favor and because I'm a dork for working with canvases that big, y'know? Let's see, so far, I've painted my room, Annette's room, Beauty and Adah's room, and then part of River's space ship. Yeah. Spaceship. It's pretty cool."

And then, ducking his head slightly toward Amber, he added, "But, if you go see them, I think I'll have to insist that you show me your tap dancing. It's only fair."

"Oh, I don't think that is dorky at all. It pushes your imagination and to me that is when you achieve great things," she smiled, enjoying her conversation with him. "I met River today and she told me about her spaceship. Oh my gosh squirrels built it she said. I try to picture that in my head and I just end up laughin'. Those other girls you mentioned, I don't know them yet."

Grinning brightly, Amber nodded enthusiastically. "Any time! I love it and will do it any chance I get."

"I forgot about her mentioning that squirrels built it!" A.J. realized with a light laugh. "The squirrels around here are kind of...special. Really. They report on the radio. Well, take notes for it? I don't really know how it works." He stopped a moment, to bounce out some of his building energy. "The other ones are all really good friends of mine. Errr, except Adah. She doesn't like me much at all. I don't think she likes many people, though."

He cleared his throat a little, arching an eyebrow at Amber. "Any chance, huh? Probably don't have the shoes with you, I know, but would you do it now?"

She lifted a curious brow. "Note taking squirrels? I think I should purchase a camera."

Amber kicked off her sneakers and stood up. "I don't have them with me but I can give you a hint of my routine." For some reason she was blushing, knowing she had a single audience memeber was a little different. "Here goes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZuRyGZdb_c&NR=1) ~~yes, you must fast forward to the very end!~~..." she said, smiling. Amber started with the tap, moving her feet quickly, then slowly, adding turns with arm effects while her ankles shifted with the tap tap tap of her feet. Which was muted of course, due to the fact that she wasn't wearing her dance shoes.

A.J. was good at imagining the tap tap taps, grinning as he watched Amber and the muted performance, and giving her very uproarious applause when she finished. "Bravo! I like! You're pretty good! As far as I can tell, anyway. I don't know the first thing about dancing."

"Thank you!" she beamed. "I'm a long way from doin' anything like this profesionally, but it's just fun. I never really get to practice aside from on my way to and from school. Oh, and at the morgue."

A.J. snorted. "The morgue?" he asked, wondering if this would turn into another story about Amber's mom.

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