Second floor common room, late Sunday night

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

The genet dashed into the common room, Gladys following, and leapt onto the couch, the TV, then bounced back. "You Have Too Much Energy," she told it, holding out a hand. It leapt into it and started sharpening its claws and trilling.

That meant it was hungry (Gladys had not let it eat any of the tiny monkeys) so she started opening cupboards, looking for something to feed it. The genet immediately ran inside and started kicking things out. "That Is Not Helpful."

It ignored her, pounced on a cereal box, dragged it to the middle of the room, and started disembowelling it. "Your Manners Need Some Work."

[ooc: Beware of chaotic genet.]

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[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

Friday looked bleary-eyed as he walked into the common room with a blanket and pillow. He dropped them beside one of the couches and wandered barefoot over to the fridge. There was probably a reason why he was doing this on the second floor and not his own floor, but Friday wasn't about to get into it.

He pulled the milk out of the fridge. "Anyone know where they keep the biscuits?"

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"There Are Some In The Cupboard," Gladys told him. The genet followed him to the fridge and looked at it hopefully. It knew what came out of fridges.

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

Friday looked down at the genet, not entirely sure what it was or if it was going to try to eat his ankles. "Thanks." He went to the cupboard and rummaged around until he found some Oreos. They would do. He eyed the genet again. "I think it's hungry."

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

"It Is Not Hungry But It Likes To Eat," she explained. The genet slunk after him and eyed the Oreos. "I Will Take It Away If It Is Bothering You."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"It's not," Friday assured her. Him. No, definitely her. Probably. "Am I allowed to feed it?" He raised an eyebrow at the genet and unconsciously clutched the bag of biscuits a little tighter.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

The genet cocked its head and gave Friday its most adorably innocent expression and chirruped again. "If You Want To Feed It You May But You Should Put The Food On The Ground. It Has Very Sharp Teeth And Humans Are Easily Damaged." She paused. "I Am Gladys."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"I'm Friday. I think we were in the same cabin together, but at opposite ends." He pulled an Oreo out of the bag and set it on the ground for the genet, before moving to pour himself a glass of milk.

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

The genet pounced, growling, and proceeded to decimate the cookie. "I Only Went In The Cabin Once. I Was Not Sure If It Would Hold Me."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

Friday put the milk away and turned back around, grabbing the bag and his glass of milk as he moved back towards the other side of the room. "I don't remember the cabin collapsing, so I'm guessing it did hold. Where did you sleep?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice smiled at the newcomer, noting that his accent sounded far closer to home than most she encountered here. It might be entirely coincidental; perhaps he was yet another alien, and aliens from that particular galaxy all had accents mimicking the ones from Earth. Stranger things had happened, really, and seemed to be part and parcel of this island's daily business.

At any rate, she smiled and gave the boy a nod. "If you find any biscuits, will you share?" she asked. "I'd apologize for forwardness, but I've already established myself as a dirty usurper of others' food. I have a reputation to maintain."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"As much as I'd like to keep all biscuits ever made to myself," Friday replied, "I think my mum would find some way to cross timestreams and continents to smack me across the head if I didn't share." He offered the bag of Oreos. "And I wouldn't want to interfere with someone's reputation as a dirty usurper of food. It would be impolite."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"We seem to be half the world away, or at least I am," Alice said, reaching to take the Oreos with delight. "Not that that would help much. I still can't believe my governesses haven't appeared out of thin air to chastise me for my abominable manners of late. Are you in the wrong timespan, as well? I'm at least on the right planet, but that's all I have going for me, at the moment."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you're English then? You'd think the accent would give it away, but you can never be too sure around here. I'm from Swindon in Wiltshire. A few years behind now, so the time lag isn't too bad. How about you?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Oxford," Alice beamed. "My father was Dean of Christ Church. I was wondering about the accent myself, whether it's common in some who are from far-away places. Perhaps they want to be Imperialists, as well." Her eyes were dancing for that last bit. "I'm afraid I'm much farther out of place than that, a hundred and thirty years or so. Long live the Queen, but I suppose she didn't, unless she's very old these days. I'll admit, I've no clue what most everyone is saying."

Which was inverse from how it usually was, with Alice, when others were perfectly clear and had no idea what the devil she was going on about.

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"You're a long way from home," he stated the obvious. "You know, in some timestream, there might still be a Queen. Where I'm from, England is a republic now. I could probably explain how it happened if I'd bothered to listen to history lessons, but I didn't, so you're on your own." He paused a moment. "Considering there's a hundred and thirty years between us, it's no wonder you get confused. You don't just have to deal with the time difference, you have to deal with Americans and their slang too. It's a wonder you've managed well enough so far."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"The Battle of Hastings, 1066," Alice said crisply. "I memorized that one; it has a rather compelling effect on teachers. They believe one has been listening intently to history lessons and are willing to give one another chance at learning whatever bit it was one got entirely wrong in the first place. I can't say I'm too surprised, about the republic, that is; one of my governesses liked to go on about how Her Majesty was only a figurehead, and so forth."

She lowered her voice. "Forgive me for saying so, but it seems to have been a particularly busy century and a half. All these inventions and oddities. I feel as though I might as well be some sort of cavewoman, pointing and grunting at things. Although cavewomen probably wouldn't curtsy upon being formally introduced."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"Not unless they were properly schooled. But you're right, it has been a busy century and a half. I wouldn't worry too much though. Most of the people these days don't even know half of what's going on, so you have one up on them."

[solo_sword]

Noting his common room accessories, Jaina had to note, "You look like you're getting nice and comfortable."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

He returned to the couch area with milk and Oreos. "I didn't feel like climbing back upstairs after I found something to eat, so I decided to bring along the pillow and blanket and sleep here the night. Then I don't have to come back down here come breakfast time. It's very efficient."

[solo_sword]

She paused, and finally said, "When you put it that way, I feel sort of dumb for never thinking of that before. Smart thinking."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

Friday grinned. "Don't feel too bad. I'm very, very good at being lazy."

[solo_sword]

"Everyone's got to have a talent," she grinned. "I'm Jaina, by the way."

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"I'm Friday. What's your talent?" He sat down on his pillow. "It's not being lazy."

[solo_sword]

"Flying," Jaina answered immediately. "I think laziness is more useful on a day to day basis, though." Here, anyway.

[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"Have to ask, it being here and all, flying as in planes or flying as in capes?"