Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Bowl of cereal in hand, Andrew flopped down on a couch and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels, finally landing on an episode of Dirty Jobs.

"Oh, Mike," Andrew said aloud, "I do so appreciate you reassuring me that life isn't that bad." He could always be working in a waste water treatment plant.

He sighed and tugged on his shorts. Going commando wasn't nearly as comfortable as he thought it would be.

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Andrew was more than happy to oblige the eavesdropping with continued conversation. Mike could, after all, hear everything he was saying. They were connected that way; it was a bond that transcended time, space, and pretaped broadcasting.

"Mike! Don't touch that." There was a brief pause. "Oh my god, you touched it."

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Carefully pouring the grounds into the filter, Adah almost let a small chuckle slip out from her, and she turned slightly, head tilted, out of a curiousity to know exactly what had been touched that couldn't be helped. She couldn't see from where she was, so the leaning grew a little more, until she could, but it looked like she missed it. Still, she was thinking it couldn't have been that bad, could it? She glanced Andrew's way, trying to judge the level of just how disgusting it could have been.

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Andrew looked thoroughly disgusted. Even he wasn't sure what it had been, but it had an animalistic quality about it -- a dead animal, that is.

"I'm never drinking city water again," he said, and then casually sipped some of the milk out of his cereal bowl.

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Adah stood a bit tight lipped for a moment, debating slightly, but the truly disgusted look on his face inspired her to talk after all. "Boil it," she said. "City water is still better than other water, but, either way, boil it. That kills most of the contaminates that should be in it. Of course, there's still approximately a five point seventy six chance that much of the bacteria can withstand the heat and will still get into your system to cause nearly irreparable damage to your insides."

The coffee pot gurgled into action at precisely that moment, which Adah thought was rather classic timing.

Maybe this day still had a silver lining.

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Andrew jumped slightly as the sound of Adah's voice, but he listened intently and nodded along. "Five point seventy six," he repeated softly to himself.

"Irreparable like bleed out and die kind of damage?" he asked. It seemed the kind of point that needed some clarification.

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Adah smirked at the slight jump. She nodded a little. "That's one method," she said. "Tearing through the lining of the stomach of that gastrointestinal juices leak out and slowly start burning your innards until it bubbles out in a foamy bile from your mouth...or other orifices, if enough pressure builds."

She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully for another one. It was hard to beat that one, though; that one was her favorite. "Sometimes," she offered finally, "they work upwards, effect your brain, make you go insane with hallucinations and paranoia."

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Andrew rather thought he liked it better when Adah didn't talk. "Foamy bile is bad," he stated, setting down the rest of his cereal and then crossing his arms protectively over his stomach. "You know, they make little portable UV lights that you can use to kill of bacteria in your water. Maybe I'll buy one of those."

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If Adah would have known that Andrew thought that, she would have been delighted. Even without knowing it, though, she was still fairly amused and, as her coffee finished, she smirked as she held up the pot, quirked her head, swishing the contents, quite possibly filled with all sorts of bacteria from improper cleaning, or perhaps bad water, mold from not being used for three weeks while they were in the cabins...wondering if he'd like any.

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"Oh, no thank you," he said. "I have a sensitive stomach. Don't want to be running to the bathroom every ten minutes because I decided to caffeinate myself."