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Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | 8/30

Hayley hadn't slept much since her arrival. She'd wandered back into her room after visiting the common room at the wee hours of the morning, but hadn't had anything truly restful. Even tired, though, she seemed happy and cheerful. Just ignore the bags under her eyes. She sat on a couch, her legs curled up under herself. She flipped through the channels, not staying on anything for too long. She was just in awe of it all. The colors, the shows, the clothes, the music.

This was the future for Hayley Fitzpatrick. It was awe-striking, wonderful, and terrifying.

Though deep down, she just wished she could relax enough to sleep.

[[OOC: Common Room is Open like Zatanna's legs!]]

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Hayley pointed at Cal. "He told me to change the channel, so if it ain't good, it's not my fault." She smiled and laughed.

"Shifting the blame, very nice," she laughed, finding a seat. "You're new, right?"

Hayley nodded three times, rapidly. "Yep!" she said. "I'm Hayley. I just got here yesterday."

"Mirax. I'm an oldbie now," she said, with all the smug superiority of someone who totally was just now the newest anymore. "Liking it so far?"

"I'm in the future," Hayley said, like she still didn't believe it. She still didn't quite believe it, really. "It's amazin'."

"Yeah, we get a lot of that," Mirax said with a smile. "It gets easier. When are you from?"

"1962," Hayley said. "A long time ago, apparently." She smiled. "But it was nice, honest."

"Wow. That's definitely a difference." Forgive her for looking a little surprised. "I've met people from the past before, but never anyone from around then."

"So it's just me, huh?" Hayley said. "Well, I guess I can stand to be the only one. Hopefully no one will make fun of me for it."

"Oh. Here? Definitely not," she said, shaking her head. "I think everyone's kind of from all over. Anyone who'd make fun of a new kid from the past would probably end up on the bad sides of a lot of people."

Hayley smiled. "See, that's what I like about this place. Nobody seems to judge ya."

Well, judging was part of the reason Mirax held some stuff back, but she wasn't going to go around advertising it. "There's a lot to like about it," she said honestly. "I've been here two months, and it's been pretty neat. I mean, I meet people from 1962 here."

Hayley nodded. "Well, hopefully I'll set a good example for ya," she said. "Where are you from?"

"Corellia," she said, and automatically added, "Another galaxy."

And waited for the reaction. See, she had a system going with telling people now.

"You mean... outer space?" Hayley said, eyes big. "No way."

"Uh huh. Spaceships and aliens and all of that," she nodded.

Okay, maybe she liked people's reactions.

"Jeepers," Hayley said. "Robots, too?"

"Droids, yeah," she corrected. "I swear I thought it was normal for everyone till I came here."

"Guess we all got our own ideas about normal," Hayley said, in a moment of rare insight. "Cause my normal don't even include any of that."

"So what's normal for you?" Mirax wondered. "There've got to be differences between then and now, right?"

"Oh, lots of things," Hayley said. "Like, TV isn't like this at all. And people now seem to wear a lot less clothes, too."

"I think that's also a Fandom thing," she said helpfully. "No supervision and all."

Mirax had not actually been off the island yet, no.

"Yeah, and that," Hayley said. "I mean, my last school, you couldn't go anywhere without a nun starin' at ya."

Ooh, a new word. "A nun?"

"You don't have nuns in outer space?" Hayley said. "Luuuucky. They're, like, angry old women who never went on a date so they make sure to ruin the fun for pretty girls by being mean at them."

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