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4th Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Afternoon]

Since she'd had a first period class today, Angela figured she was allowed a lazy afternoon lounging on a couch with microwave popcorn. She flicked past channels as she tried to pick and choose her viewing, still really impressed by the sheer range of things on these days.

Angela kept up her channel surfing, until she came across a music channel, and saw her father taking center stage at some classic rock revival.

... Apparently, there are things that really hadn't changed much.

[[ooc: Open! I'm around ~~until I get bored of hanging out on Campus, then there may be some SP~~... It always said Tuesday. *shifty eyes*]]

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Dor had been wandering the dorm looking for something to do when he heard the music from the common room and peered in.

"What kind of music is that?" He asked looking curious.

Angela glanced over her shoulder to look at him. "Rock music," she replied. "Big on the guitars and drums."

"Oh," Dor said and resisted the urge to ask how rocks were involved. Ogres did play rock music but it had more to do with smashing boulders in a somewhat unorganized fashion. "I see. I like it! It's very... loud. But in a good way."

"They'd be happy to hear that you think that," Angela said, indicating the screen with a smile. She could say things like that with confidence.

She paused. "You're not from this time either?" she guessed. There was a sense of confusion there that was almost a trademark for someone not quite used to this yet.

"Totally different world, actually," Dor said settling down on the couch. "Which coincidentally looks exactly like a state here in the United States called Florida."

Yes. Dor was still weirded out by that.

"It's called Xanth and has a lot of magic. Are you from around here as well? I'm Dor by the way."

"Magic, but no rock music." She nodded. "Right."

Angela grinned. "I'm Angela," she told him. "And yeah, I'm from around here, just from a decade or so ago." She gestured over her shoulder in what was probably supposed to be an illustrative 'in the past' sort of way.

"Oh?" Dor asked. "Is there a bit of difference between now and then? How did you end up here?"

"Not a big difference," Angela admitted, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "The cell phones are smaller and there's more TV channels. That's actually about it..."

"And, I got here by taxi. It wasn't all Return from the Past at all, which was kinda sad."

"What's return from the past?" Dor asked clearly missing the italics that were used for emphasis. "Doesn't that happen when you go back home?"

"It's... a movie," Angela told him. She tended to forget that pop culture references went over a lot of people's heads. "This guy, and a time travelling car? He went to the past first, but there was future travelling in there too."

"You should watch it," she added.

"I should," Dor agreed with a nod.

He paused a second before opening his mouth to ask another question

Luckily the couch anticipated it.

"A movie is like a television show," the couch explained. "Only longer and usually shown in a theater."

"Oh!" Dor exclaimed. "Like the curse fiends!"

"Whatever," the couch replied.

Angela stared at him. "What was that?"

She hadn't even got the the part where she wondered about what the heck curse fiends were yet.

"You mean the couch or the curse fiends?" Dor asked backed.

"She means me, dummy," the couch sighed.

"Don't mind the couch. I can make inanimate things talk," Dor explained.

"Well she should mind me!" the couch protested. "Everyone comes here to sit on me and talk and ignore the TV! I should get proper credit!"

"Well you are very comfortable," Dor said patting the couch.

"That's better," the couch grumbled.

"You... are also a nice colour," Angela said, a little uncertainly. Not that it wasn't a pretty couch, she just wasn't used to telling them they were.

"That's weird," she informed Dor.

... Well, it was!

"I get that," Dor said with a sympathetic nod. "Sorry. I've grown up with it all my life so it's pretty much second nature to me."

"They just--" Angela gestured again, vaguely."Like that, all the time?"

She lowered her voice, like that would help, "Isn't that kinda annoying after a while?"

"Like what all the time?" the coffee table asked. "What's she talking about? Is she calling us annoying?"

"Well I never!" the chair exclaimed. "Here we are providing comfort and pleasure and she calls us annoying."

"That's enough," Dor said sharply and the furniture fell silent. He turned back to Angela and gave her an apologetic look. "They do tend to get mouthy but when I tell them to shut up they usually stay quiet. Plus it's always helpful if I need to get information."

Angela winced. They were a little touchy, obviously.

"Didn't mean to offend them," she said. "I guess... I'm just kind of not used to considering the furniture as being all, sentient."

Which of course sent her down the path of what exactly all her furniture thought. "... I'm now slightly creeped out," she informed him, not offering any more explanation than that.

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