4th Floor Common Room [Monday Night]

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Triela was seated in a chair in the common room with a small leather-bound journal in front of her. She was making a series of notes. Hillshire was going to want a report from her soon, and she figured that having some notes about her first week would be useful.

She wasn't trying to hide what she was doing, and her hand-writing was more than legible, it was downright elegant (Hillshire had picked calligraphy for hand-eye coordination training).

-Roommate is a civilian, should be interesting.
-Teachers seem knowledgable in their fields, may learn something.
-Student body is... odd, very odd.
-Things to do: find sparring partner, find shooting partner, inquire about CQB training facilities.
-Note to self: find out status of girls at home, esp. H and R.

She paused to pour herself another cup of tea and gather her thoughts before getting back to work.

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Taking a break from the dresser project that was still under construction, A.J., looking a bit disheveled from his hard work with a faint streak of blue paint across his cheek that he wasn't aware of, headed into the common room to find himself a late snack. He lifted a hand and gave a small smile in greeting to the girl who was sitting there, not wanting to disturb her if she wanted to concentrate on what she was working on, but definitely not wanting to rude.

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"Hi," she smiled brightly and waved back as he walked in. "Have we met?"

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"I'm not sure," A.J. admitted with a grin as he grabbed a box of cookies from one of the cupboards, "but the fact that you asked doesn't make me feel as bad about it." Chuckling slightly, he moved over to plop down on a chair and offer a hand. "I'm A.J."

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"Triela," she grinned. "And I don't remember you, but that's not saying much."

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A.J. tilted his head, his face twisted in an amused expression of question. "Is that...a comment on my face being too plain and unrememberable, or a comment on your memory?"

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"The memory one," she laughed. "Sometimes I forget things," her tone suggested that it was a bit more significant than every day forgetting.

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Unfortunately, A.J. wasn't always the best on picking up tones, and, with a slight, thoughtful hum, he muttered, "Yeah. Me, too." Like his manners, he realized with a blink, before holding out the box of cookies toward Triela. "Cookie?"

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Triela didn't even look too see what kind they were before reaching out to snag one. She took a moment to dip it in her tea before taking a bite.

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"Well, that's different," A.J. remarked idly with a grin as his head quirked at the tea-dipping. "But it's not like I'm around a lot of people who drink tea a lot, either..."

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"Really?" she asked curiously after she had swallowed her bit of cookie. "That's not a normal thing around here?"

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"Tea might be?" A.J. offered uncertainly. "I tend to roll with a more coffee drinking crowd. And I don't think I've ever seen anyone dip a cookie in tea. Is it any good?"

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"Oh," Triela grinned. "Depends on the cookie, really. Like, if they're dry, then it's good. Or if they have the right flavor. This one," she holds up her cookie, "Isn't bad."

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A.J. grinned back a little. "Maybe I'll have to try it sometime," he said and bit into his own cookie. He spent a moment thinking about the dryness, although he felt this kind seemed to hold its own pretty well. "Not now. I think I'm good for the moment, but I'll keep it in mind when I'm feeling more...adventurous."

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Funnily enough Peter was also in a mood to update his journal. And to watch TV while he did it. So he poked his head into the common room. "Hey. Mind some company?"

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"Nope," Triela answered brightly. She waved at her tea pot, "Tea?"

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"Sure, thanks," Peter said. He held out a hand to shake. "I don't think we've met. I'm Peter Petrelli."

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"Either we haven't or I've forgotten," she grinned as she took his hand. "I'm Triela."

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"Nice to meet you, Triela," Peter said. "And thanks for the tea."

Peter took a seat and put his own journal in his lap. "So whatcha working on, if you don't mind my asking?"

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"Note," Triela explained. "Hillshire didn't say anything before I left, but I know him pretty well by now. He's going to want regular reports, and I thought it would be a good idea to get everything in order for when he asks."

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"Okay, then I have a followup question," Peter said with a smile. "Who's Hillshire?"

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"He's..." she trailed off, thinking. "The short form is that he's my handler." The long form was complicated and not something most people were willing to sit through.

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"Like a guardian?" Peter guessed.

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"Sort of?" Triela thought about it, "And an older brother, teacher, and... sort of a father? Back home we're grouped by 'fratello'. It's... complicated." She was willing to explain, of course, if someone asked.

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"Fratello?" Peter asked. "Like brother?"

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She nodded, "Siblings. Sort of. Hillshire and me. Jean and Rico. Jose and Henrietta. Marco and Angelica." Always teams of two.