Late morning - 4th floor common room

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After a week at Fandom, Beka missed the Lower City still. She missed the sounds and the movements, she missed her jobs and she missed having breakfast every morning with her friends. Twas a good way to start the day and she imagined by now they'd all be gathered in the Dancing Dove, sharing tales of their day. So when she went to buy breakfast that morning, she'd bought more than she'd ever eat on her own. Fandom might be different, but people still had to eat and mayhap it could be one habit she'd not have to give up here.

She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.

What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.

"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."

To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.

"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.

I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.

Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.

[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]

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It'd been one of those nights where Jonas hadn't slept well. In the past, he'd rarely dreamed but they seemed to come whenever he did sleep now, sometimes frightening, sometimes teasing with memories he couldn't quite remember.

He was up early this morning, walking the halls quietly and following the sound he'd heard when he'd gotten to the fourth floor. It was comforting to see a familiar face and he smiled from the doorway.

"Good morning," he greeted, sending the words towards both Beka and Pounce. "I didn't know if anyone else was awake yet."

[i have to run a quick errand but then i will be back!]

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"Morning," Beka looked relieved at seeing Jonas. It'd been easy to talk to him and she'd not have wasted her coin on the food.

"Tis early for me," she admitted, but then her rhythm was set to the Lower City where evening was the busiest time. "But I'm sure other people should be up."

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"I'm still adjusting to the different feel of time," he said, slipping into the room quietly. "I don't think it's actually different but it feels differently here. And I don't tend to sleep all that much anyway."

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"Tis still confusing then?" It wasn't quite a question. It'd be a while before it stopped being confusing to her, anyway.

She motioned in invitation towards the table with pastries. Then stopped, blinking. She hadn't put streamers on the table, or umbrellas in the drinks. "Where did that come from?"

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"It's a little--" His words died when he saw the sudden decorations on the table. "I didn't put them there."

It was an automatic response due to being the only other human in the room. At least, that's he thought he was. Jonas found himself looking behind him and down the hall.

"Where did they come from?" he said, repeating her question because they had not been there when he'd come into the room.

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"I don't think you did," she assured him. She didn't think he could move that fast. Taking a step closed to the table, she poked at one of the streamers. They were real enough.

"Mayhap it's like the rain yesterday?"

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"The sticky rain?" The name still alluded him but he'd known enough that liquid falling from the sky was rain. He just hadn't known it could be that sticky. "I didn't see...these rain from the ceiling."

That didn't stop Jonas from peering up at it.

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Beka couldn't help peering up either. "I didn't really meant as rain. Just that... it's odd?" She'd no idea what she meant, honestly.

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"It's very odd," he agreed, reaching out and poking a streamer, almost expecting it to do...something. "At least these are sticking to us? That rain was difficult to clean off."

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Firekeeper had woken this morning to find the room liberally decorated with streamers and things. She was pretty sure it wasn't the roommate's doing, since Angela was gone for the weekend and it just didn't seem her style. So she and Blind Seer padded out of the room to go see if the strange decorations had appeared anywhere else.

"Hello," she greeted, eyeing the pile of food. "Is much food, there."

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"You're welcome to it," Beka invited, she glanced down at Blind Seer. "There's meet in the cooling cupboard too."

Pounce jumped off of the couch and trotted over to greet Blind Seer. Just don't let them feed you that catfood. It's unhealthy. Beka couldn't understand him now, so he must have been talking in a language the wolf would understand.

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"Thank you," Firekeeper gave the girl a nod, taking one of the pastries.

Blind Seer gave the catfood a cursory sniff. "Good thing I'm not a cat," he replied. "Is there any actual meat in this?"

Firekeeper let out a snort of laughter. "Blind Seer wish to know if there is any meat in that 'cat food'," she offered.

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Doubtful, Pounce declared, sniffing at the food with contempt. I believe they're trying to poison their pets.

Beka looked surprised at Firekeeper and down at the wolf. "He talks to you?"

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"He speak as all beasts do," Firekeeper told her. "I was raised wolf, so I do as well."

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"Rose mentioned there being two wolves here," Beka remembered now, wondering if Rose had meant them. "So you understand his language?"

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"Easier than human ones, sometimes," Firekeeper had to admit.

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"People here talk strangely sometimes," Beka admitted, even if she knew she'd more likely be the one to be talking strange.

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"Some say my own speech is being strange. But what matter, as long as what I say is understood?" she shrugged. And couldn't help but glance at Pounce with that last remark, because while he'd made noise, none of it had been speech as far as she could tell. Which was just... odd.

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With flowers still sticking out of his pocket, Jonas greeted the new arrival with a slight nod and a, "Hello," of his own. He found his eyes drawn to the wolf, more than a little fascinated. Before this land, all the animals had been stuffed or in pictures.

He knew he should have spoken more, asked after her but he found himself focused on Blind Seer and how different he was from other things he'd seen.

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'Different' was an apt description for Blind Seer, even when compared to other wolves. He was larger, for one, and had blue eyes where most wolves had golden yellow.

Firekeeper noted Jonas' reaction with interest. Most people seemed afraid of Blind Seer, while he seemed mostly curious. "He not harm you," she offered. "Not tame, but will not harm without reason."

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"I don't mean to stare," he said apologetically, sheepish smile appearing on his face. "I've never seen anything like him before. He's very beautiful."

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Blind Seer's posture straightened just a bit in pride at that statement.

"He is Royal Wolf," Firekeeper explained. "I not think they is existing in this world. Wolves here is smaller, stupider too."

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Jonas smiled at Blind Seer, still fascinated, before he looked up and said, "I've never seen wolves before," he explained. "Besides in pictures. He's my first real one."

And really, nothing would probably top him. Jonas would probably agree with the sentiment about other wolves now.

"I'm Jonas," he said, getting his focus back. "I'm still new."

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"Blysse," she introduced herself. "He is Blind Seer. We have beened here... one full turning of seasons, now." It seemed easiest not to count the months back in her world as part of that time.

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He probably wouldn't really understand the passage of time all too well anyway. That was still a difficult thing to grasp.

"Hello, Blysse and Blind Seer," he said, giving them each a nod as he spoke. "Have you enjoyed your time here?"

He seemed to be asking that question to every new person he met, cataloging their responses and finding that most of them were positive and assuring. He took comfort from that.