Fourth Floor Common Room | Evening | 8/30

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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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"No problem," Cal grinned, leaning over to take the remote from her and he trained it on the TV to do it correctly. "Even if practice makes perfect."

He did frown, though, once he watched for a few seconds. "Crap, I don't think it's on..."

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"Don't think what is on?" Hayley said, totally unfamiliar with what might even be on TV in the future.

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"It's totally stupid," Cal said, keeping his attention on the TV to hide him embarrassment a little. He had a feeling that he was about to lose some of those admiring eyes he'd gotten yesterday if he explained too much. "Just a show I remember watching back when I was here in the spring. I was just wondering if it was on."

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"Oh, okay," Hayley said. "I don't even know what'd be on, actually."

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"Meh." Cal shrugged. It wasn't on, so he wasn't very interested anymore, and sort of left it on something neutrally interesting and tossed the remote between the two of them. "Nothing good on a Sunday night, that's for sure."

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"Really?" Hayley said. "I guess the future can't have everything."

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"No kidding!" Cal said with a sudden burst of enthusiasm. "They don't even have flying cars! I still can't get over that. No nuclear apocalypse and no flying cars. The future's a lot lamer than I was lead to believe."

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"Nuclear apocalypse? That sounds awful," Hayley said. "Why'd anyone want that?"

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Cal shrugged. "Good way to start over," he said. "And I didn't necessarily say it was wanted, just that everyone always said it would happen by now."

He rolled his head on the back of the couch to look at the girl. "I'm from the past, too," he added helpfully. "1977."

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"1962," Hayley said. "You're even less from the past than me."

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"Hey," Cal grinned a little. "That's two years after I was born."

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"Wowzers," Hayley said. "So you sayin' I'd be a cradlerobber?"

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But cradlerobber would suggest that she was interested. Cal grinned. He liked where this was going.

Now. Give him a few days and he'd be writing bad poetry about its painful futility.

"I guess that'd make me the gravedigger. And here I'd gotten used to being the distinguished older man."

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"Well, even a gravedigger needs love too, right?" Hayley said.

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"Especially a gravedigger," Cal said, still looking over at the girl even though he knew he was probably glancing over longer than was probably comfortable. If he did start freaking her out, it was probably better, anyway, before he even knew her name.

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Hayley just blushed, glad for the attention. "You know, don't think I ever actually known any gravediggers."

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And looking at her, she really was incredibly pretty. Not exactly conventionally so. Not a redhead, either, but he did have a record with blondes now, too, and he never did like conventional. He smiled at her, while he mentally tried to keep the erratic beating of his frog-heart steady. "I knew a few people who worked at funeral homes," he offered, leaving out the part about having not only known them, but had dated them.

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"Wowzers," Hayley said. "That'd one heckuva job. Playin' with dead people and all."

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"Put make up on them," Cal said. "Try to make them look like they're just sleeping. Style their hair to cover up the big gun shot in the side of their head..."

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"Wow," Hayley said. "That sure makes sense. But I wouldn't want to have ta do it."