The stairwells, Saturday evening

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Poor Edward had begged out of ice cream with a *handwavey* phone message, still hungover, and Dinah had decided she'd better get some exercise before she indulged that much two days in a row.

So up and down the stairs, faster and faster, to the Killers on her iPod, Dinah was running and humming.

Are we human
or are we dancer!

[ooc: totally open]

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Triela was making her way up the stairs at a much more studied pace. When she spotted Dinah she just raised an eyebrow in friendly curiosity.

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Dinah grinned and sang at her. Not as ridiculously as Edward, but still a little silly.

My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

She stopped a second, still jogging in place. "Hey, Triela. How goes it?"

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Triela just stood there for a moment staring, then shook her head. And snorted. "I'm fine, Dinah. Do I even want to know what you're doing?"

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"Working off ice cream in anticipation of more!" Dinah grinned, and stopped jogging for a moment to stretch. "Plus, I figure I'll be ultra-prepared in case of fire-drill."

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"If there's a fire drill I'm going out the window," Triela told her with a grin.

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"Ooo. What floor are you on?" Dinah asked, bouncing a little to the next part.

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good

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"Fourth. Easy falling distance."

That, and she had a climbing rope under the bed. Because you never knew!

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"From fourth you might break something," Dinah said, only slightly worried. "But you could use your sheets to climb out."

Chad better keep an eye on his laundry, now.

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"Four stories isn't going to break me. It'd need to be something closer to seven before I'd be running any serious risks." The Agency did a lot of testing these days.

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When Tony spotted Dinah, he watched her for a moment, then sat down on the steps. "Dude. You have way too much energy. Did you have a lot of sugar today?"

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"Yes!" Dinah grinned at him, and jumped back and forth from one step to the landing. "Ice cream cone with Merlin today. Plus some of Alfred's cookies, wow, do I feel like that was a mistake."

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"If you have any more sugar, you might levitate," Tony grinned.

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"Oh, I wish." Which made Dinah stop and try to lift herself with her TK. Tryyyyy. Tryyyyy. "Okay, not working. Maybe Peter will know how to do that."

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"Is that Peter... uh, what's his name? The power sponge?"

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"Petrelli. Cute Peter." Dinah grinned unrepentantly. Just because. "And yeah, that's him. We talked in Movies, and then I banged into his window, so he maybe has some of my powers now. We're going to meet up so I can show him what I can do, and he said he might take me flying."

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"Sounds like a fun date," Tony grinned back.

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Dinah snorted, and jumped back and forth. "He's got a boyfriend. Sam Winchester. I hear things." She grinned at him. "Like what someone else got up to with an Irish wizard this week. And didn't teeeeeell me!"

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Returning to her room with an apple from the common room -- hey, sometimes she ate healthy! -- Francine heard the noise and poked her head curiously through the stairwell door. "Hi, Dinah! What're you doing?"

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"Running off ice-cream, in case I get to have more tomorrow," Dinah said, stopping for a moment and panting for breath. "What floor am I on? I lost track."

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Francine blinked slowly at her, as if the concept of running off ice cream she hadn't hat eaten was a completely foreign, and possibly dangerous one. "Five. There's only one left if you keep going up!"

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"Awesome!" And yet, Dinah jogged in place, smiling a little. "Um, how are you doing after the... thing, in the Common Room, on Wedsnesday?"

So smooth. She should negotiate for the UN.

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Francine tried to facepalm, but with an apple in her hand it was more of a facebonk. "Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have a concussion, at least?"

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"Yeaaah," Dinah said sympathetically. "At least you didn't have a heart attack, like a couple people?"

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Francine looked up, face crinkled in not-sure-if-I-should-worry-yet. "Not fro real, right?"

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"I don't think so," Dinah said thoughtfully, remembering the expressions on a couple people's faces. "But yeah. So, you're not all traumatized, and you don't think Merlin's... a weirdo?"

She could've framed that better, but wasn't exactly sure how. Maybe by not using the word weirdo? But pervert would've been worse!