Jaime Reyes (
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fandomhighdorms2009-09-23 12:41 pm
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Third floor common room [Wednesday afternoon]
Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up.
Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.
And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.
Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.
Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.
And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.
Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.

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If the nickname hadn't let Jaime know who she was, the dark hair, black shirt, and ankh should have helped.
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He waved at the skillet he was currently watching. "You want some?"
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She liked being a girl, okay?
She padded over to stand next to him. "Sure. What is it?"
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"Well, I was going to make fajitas, but then I realized I wanted some mole sauce, so..." he shrugged helplessly. "Beef and onions and peppers and mole sauce, I guess."
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But Jono was feeling social, and like mixing it up a little, and it was entirely possible that since the third floor was on the way to the fourth, stopping here made sense!
He was in a good mood. Go with it.
He did kind of pause and double-take, mind. At first, because there was another bloke in the room wearing a good deal of black, and it was possibly the first guy goth that Jono had bumped into since getting here. And then because, well, that ankh, and with every other girl today...
//Didi?//
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//Quite the growth spurt, really,// Jono mused, resting his hands on his hips. //Now I can look yer in the eye without hurting my back or something.//
No, he'd never hurt his back looking her in the eye before. It was highly unlikely that he ever would, either.
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Jaime paused, head cocked as if listening to something else and frowning with concentration. "Ellie?"
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If there was ever a time to ask that, she felt this was that day.
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He looked over at him... her... whatever. "What about you? I suspect you've got more weirdness experience than I do."
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She did not immediately recognize him, so she figured she was likely correct.
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"Whatever that is, I like the smell."
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She wasn't saying who she was, but she figured Jen would catch on soon enough, what with the coloring, the black clothes and the ankh.
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"Is there any chance you're cooking something really hot?"
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