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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

The TV was still tuned to Fox Soccer Channel, but the sound had been muted and Tahiri was sitting on the couch with the remote in her hand, arms crossed and glaring at the screen. If you looked at said screen, it was playing soundless highlights of the semifinal playoff game between St. Louis Athletica and Sky Blue FC.

Every time a graphic flashed up on the screen proclaiming that the final score had been 1-0 Sky Blue, she'd glower a little more.

"Stupid, stupid . . . why couldn't you guys capitalize? You had all that momentum going in the second half and you took some really bad shots!" she complained, before going off into a half-muttered rant about bad field positioning and not enough of an offensive mindset.

Wait, when had she started paying attention to the strategy in this sport? Weird.

[OOC: . . . shut up. And open, of course.]

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Raven lived on the fifth floor, so wandering through the common room was not uncommon for her. She paused and winced at the displeasure radiating from Tahiri. "Why are you angry?" she asked.

"Stupid game," Tahiri grumbled, before looking up. "I wanted the other team to win . . . hi, Rachel."

"I do not follow sports," Raven said. She was still a bit nervous around Tahiri, though she knew she had no reason to be. "They are too violent for my tastes."

Tahiri picked up on the nervousness, of course, and immediately looked apologetic. "Soccer's not too bad. I mean, from what I've seen of it so far. Sure, people collide when they're going after the ball, but if it's too rough fouls get called."

"There are many injuries though, are there not?" Raven said. It was difficult to imagine this girl as the vampire she had been in the other Fandom, and she had a fleeting thought of shame at how she had used what Tahiri had told her about Anakin against her vampire self. "And people determined to bring the ball to the goal at whatever cost?" She might have had soccer and football a tad bit confused.

"Sometimes there's bad ones." Tahiri gestured with the remote to a replay of a collision between two players knocking heads while going for a ball in the air. "But they're not going after each other, not really."

She really hadn't watched enough soccer.

Raven winced again at the collision. "I think my gifts would be welcomed there," she said, "but I am not certain I could stomach it. Even if it is in play, violence bothers me. Perhaps I could develop a tolerance for it eventually."

"It's inevitable sometimes," Tahiri said slowly (for her). "It really bothers you that much?"

"My home is a place of utter peace," Raven said. "The people are pacifists. There is no violence whatsoever. I am not accustomed to any sort of violence, though I suppose I should not be so appalled if it is meant only in play, not to harm."

"That's right, I think you mentioned something about that," Tahiri remembered. "That makes more sense. Do you want me to change it, if it makes you uncomfortable?"

You know, because she hadn't already noticed the discomfort.

"No, it is all right," Raven said. "It is something I must become more used to if I am to live in this world. I cannot hide from every act of aggression." She had to wonder if Tahiri was picking up on her discomfort and took a breath and adjusted her shields.

"How have you been?" she asked. "You were away for a time, were you not?"

"A week here," Tahiri confirmed, nodding. "A lot longer for me. You . . . probably wouldn't want the details."

"But are you all right?" Raven asked, concerned. Tahiri did not appear to be suffering from any ill effects of her trip, but she knew the other girl could hide it if she was.

"I'm fine," Tahiri assured her. Still feeling bad about her pilots, granted. Still concerned about what had happened with Jacen. "Honestly."

She ventured a smile, adding, "Thanks for worrying, but I promise I'll be okay."

Relatively.

"You know if you are having any difficulties, I am willing to aid you with my gifts," Raven offered. Just a gentle reminder in hopes of staving off whatever it was that turned her other self into an angry lightning-shooting vampire.

Who got killed by her boyfriend in this world. Yeah. "I know." The smile was genuine, and hopefully put Raven a little more at ease. "And you know I don't feel right about hurting you in any way even if it's to help me, right?"

Raven gave her a small smile back. "The pain is fleeting, and a small price to pay for helping another," she said. "It is no burden to me. I suffer more when I cannot help someone."

Tahiri laughed briefly. "Why do I get the feeling we could go back and forth about this forever?"

"We could," Raven said lightly. "But I am more stubborn than you."

"Ah. Soccer," Worf commented as he wandered into the common room. "A true sport of endurance."

"You know soccer?" Tahiri asked -- not surprised, just a little caught off guard.

"I was raised by humans," Worf replied. "And actually participated in the sport for some time."

"So you probably know more about it than I do," Tahiri observed. "I've only watched a few games."

Yeah. Because of the St. Louis goalie. Dork.

"It's been several years since I've played," Worf shrugged. "However the rules are fairly simple. For someone who has only seen a few games you seem rather passionate about it."

"I wanted the other team to win," Tahiri admitted sheepishly. The postgame show was replaying the two Athletica saves from the beginning of the first half, and she flailed the remote at the TV. "Look at that! That was astral, and her team couldn't score a goal for her."

"It is truly a game of cooperation and coordination," Worf agreed. "It is unfortunate her efforts were not rewarded."

"Yeah." Tahiri slumped back into the couch, which only made it more absurdly obvious that her feet were a good several inches off the floor. "Guess there's always next season."

"If you are going to miss the sport, I'm sure others would be willing to participate in an unofficial game," Worf suggested. "Strictly for exercise."

"You think so?" Tahiri asked. "That might be interesting. For a change of pace."

"I'm sure there are others who would enjoy the game," Worf replied. "Soccer is a fairly universal sport. It should be easy to teach others."

Tahiri tapped the remote against the side of her jaw thoughtfully. "It is kind of straightforward, I guess."

It was boredom that had Mirax exploring other floors to find something to do, so she was really happy she only had to go one flight of stairs up to see people. It made things so much easier.

"Anything good on?" she asked, finding a seat. It was like 'hi', but not.

"Not at the --" Don't mind Tahiri's jaw just dropping there.

"-- moment. Um, hi."

"Hi," she said slowly, noticing the jaw drop. "Something wrong?"

The internal monologue going at lightspeed in Tahiri's head was something along the lines of Oh, nothing, you know, you're just going to grow up to marry the Jedi who's sort of my hero and I went to school with your kids and please don't kill me in twenty years or so because I'm going to go and drag Valin into a really dangerous situation?

What she actually said, though, or stammered rather, was "No, nothing. You just . . . I know you."

Mirax studied her, trying to figure out how she knew her back. And was kind of coming up blank. "You look kind of familiar. Maybe we had a class together?"

"No, I think I'd remember that if we did," Tahiri said carefully. Because she'd have had the BZUHWHAT reaction by now, otherwise ~~or her player is just a spaz~~. "You're Mirax, right?"

She'd had yet to have anyone actually know her name, so that was a little suspicious. This was what happened when you started out with a normal Fandom experience, save for everyone turning into animals. "Yeah... And you are?"

"Tahiri Veila. From Tatooine ~~never mind my last name wtf~~," she explained. "Possibly a different version from yours. And from your future."

This was why she was never going to be much good at diplomatic missions.

Mirax narrowed her eyes, with her right up until that very last part.

"I met you roommate," she said. "He told me you're a Jedi. And you're from my future?" That right there was why she was a bit doubtful.

"Hurley wasn't messing with you," Tahiri replied. "It's true. There's several of us here, and believe me, it's a confusing mess with the timelines."

"Zayne I understand. Being from the past was strange enough, but I get it," Mirax told her. "The future's a whole other story. I'm in that." She assumed.

She assumed correctly. "I don't know you that well," Tahiri clarified, "but you're an adult in my time."

Any mention of Corran, or Sannah and Valin, was going to stay under wraps if she could help it. Tahiri didn't feel like inflicting that headache on anyone else.

"How do you know me?" she wondered. She wasn't really looking for details, since this was all beyond weird to her still, but she couldn't not be curious as to how a teenage Jedi knew her in the future.

"You're . . ." Tahiri considered. "Friends with some of my friends' parents. Not to make you feel old or anything."

Too late?

Oh, definitely too late. Mirax was already staring, jaw dropped slightly.

"You're telling me I'm old enough to be your mom?"

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