4th floor common room - Dinner-ish

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Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]

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[furnaceface]

Jono's eyebrow twitched upward a little.

//There's a loaded sort of question,// he noted. //It depends how yer choose to travel, nowadays. A person could make the trip in less than a day. By ship? Considerably longer. Weeks? Months? Is the ship equipped with a motor, or is it going by sail?//

There was no such thing as an easy answer nowadays, was there?

//It took me less than a day, from Ireland, which is... near enough to London, I suppose. But the trip involved a flight, and a portal, and...// He balked a little. This still sounded insane, even to him. //And some mist.//

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At least someone already told her about planes, so he'd not have to explain the flight part. She was doing fine and about to ask if it'd take months by sail boat when it suddenly seemed so much less important. "Mist?"

[furnaceface]

Jono shrugged. My, that deep fryer was extra fascinating when he was saying things that made him sound insane.

//We were there, myself and a... team that I'm on, to investigate the disappearance of the ancestral castle of one of my teachers. Turns out, this mist that settled around the area was the culprit.//

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"Twas just hidden?" she asked, not quite understanding.

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Jono shook his head, lifting the basket from the oil to make certain that he wasn't burning anything. So far, so good. He put it back in again.

//No. It was gone. There was a pit where the foundation used to be.//

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She raised her eyebrows. "The mist dissolved it?" she guessed.

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//Put it someplace else, so far as I can figure.// Jonothon shrugged. //One of my teammates was idiot enough to try to touch the blasted stuff. It stole him away, and next I knew, I was jumping in after him like the barmy plonker that I am.//

He glanced over his shoulder to look at her, shrugging again. //Next I knew, I was standing in an airport with a ticket to this place in my hand.//

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Beka blinked, staring at him until she realised that she was staring. She quickly took a bite out of the fritter, the chewing gaining her time to mull it over.

"Sounds like there may be a mage involved," she said finally.

[furnaceface]

//Everett did mention that he'd seen... Elves, or something of the like, inside of the mist before he reached out to it,// Jono agreed, readying another plate-with-paper before pulling out the basket and upending it. //I didn't see anything of the sort, but at least I knew it wasn't exactly a brilliant plan to go and touch it.//

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"What happened with your friend?" Beka asked as she watched his hands. "Was her there too? At the port?"

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Jono was going to shake his head, now. Reach for the salt, sprinkle some onto the chips. There. See? A culinary masterpiece.

//He wasn't,// he replied. //The others were running after us, so...// And a shrug. //The best I can do is assume that the mist sent him someplace safe as well, and the rest of the team has found him by now.//

Not that they'd found Jono, no, but sometimes it was nice to live with his headspace a few steps to the left of common sense.

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"And you can't contact them because you're in their future," Beka realised. "Mithros, that'd drive me mad."

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//Fourteen years does make it a little difficult to send them a message by post,// he agreed. //If I'd ended up in the past, that might be different. But I can't very well contact them if they're back in time.//

Not that he'd tried. But it wasn't as though he knew that Fandom's mail system was a little more than normal, really.

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"What about them now?" she asked and she finished off the fritter. The smell of the chips and fish was making her hungry and she stepped closer to the counter to pick up the plates.

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//I... don't know.// And now he looked a little sheepish, yes. He watched as she picked the plate up, and then he stuck his hands into his jacket pockets. //There's a younger version of one of my teachers here. And people from my reality from all sorts of different points in the timeline. I wouldn't know where to begin looking, now.//

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"Someone here might know," she suggested as she put the food on the table. Not her, she wished she could help him, but she wasn't much use here. She couldn't even offer him a fritter.

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//Yer know? Yer probably right.// Jono made his way across the room to collect his guitar. He had to bring something to keep himself busy with while Beka ate, after all. //I ought to talk to Ben, the bloke they assigned to me as a big sibling.//

As cute and wee as Ben was, yes.

//He isn't exactly local, either. If anybody would know, I suppose it would be him.//

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"Or at the least know someone who might know," she agreed. She felt more at ease now and took her seat. Pounce instantly jumped up on her lap as she did, no doubt to be closer to the fish. "I should ask too, there must be a way to get my reports back to Lord Gershom." Or she'd have to drop them off herself, she had no objections to that.

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//I find it difficult to believe that a place with so many different pathways in could possibly be difficult to leave again,// he reasoned, pulling out a chair with his toe before taking a seat and unzipping his guitar bag. //Something to look into, I suppose.//

He wasn't really in any particular rush to leave, either.

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"You'd think so," she agreed, picking up one of the chips. She was curious about the guitar, but the food held her interest now and she took a bit. She'd not been sure what to expect from it, but it was good and she grinned. "I think I like chips."

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Jono had to glance up and give her the closest to a smile that he could manage, at that.

//Glad yer do, gel.// And here he'd cheated, using the cheap frozen ones. That made it a bit more of a victory, somehow. //They're better when the potato is fresh, but they take longer to cook that way. Didn't want yer fish t'be cold before the chips were done.//

And now it was time to muddle about with cords and plugs and his amp.

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"It's good," she assured him, eating a few more chips before she realised sommat was missing. "I don't understand why we can't carry our belt knife," she sighed and prodded Pounce to get up so she could grab a knife from the drawer.

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Jonothon watched her for a moment, and then lifted his shoulders, shrugging.

//They're worried about people who aren't mature enough to know when a weapon is and isn't to be used, I think. I'll get back to yer when I find out their policy on students who essentially are weapons themselves without th'knives and such.//

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"They seem to take longer before they decide you're mature enough for sommat," she mused as she slid back in her seat. She shook her head at him, clearly amused by it but not understanding. "What music will you play for me?"

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//What music would yer like to hear?// He took a moment to make sure that the guitar was, indeed, in tune, and then he glanced up at her again. //I'm willing to put money on the music where yer from being more than a little different than the music that I typically play, but I can't imagine it would be difficult to meet yer in the middle, either.//