The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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Antsy. That was maybe the best way to describe how Warren had been, yesterday, today, waiting for his first actual class while trying to get his head wrapped around what he'd pretty much accepted as 'as normal as things are going to get.'

He'd made his way to the edge of the roof, looking out over the island as the sun set and the lights in the town slowly started to flicker on. This place was nothing like New York. And at the moment, that was probably the biggest relief that he was going to get.

He straightened his coat, turning his gaze out toward the other corners of the island, and for a moment he couldn't help but be seriously tempted to just pull it off, give his wings a good stretch, and jump. There was a sort of freedom to free-fall, and an exhilaration in catching himself again entirely too close to the ground. A guy could get addicted to it.

To flying.

But for now? For now, he'd content himself to the view. It wasn't half bad, even if it wasn't New York.

[Open Roof is open!]

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[longislandiceme]

After hanging out with Kate for a while, Bobby found himself wandering the dorms. Maybe even specifically looking for Warren. It would certainly explain why he made his way up the the roof, a place he'd been to only a handful of times before.

At least the weather was nice? You know, if you were Bobby Drake and considered Antarctica "cozy".

"Hey, War," Bobby greeted, the nickname slipping out without him really thinking.

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It wasn't a nickname that Warren was really used to, but it wasn't as though there were many people around here with that particular first syllable, was it? He glanced over his shoulder, recognizing the guy who had pretty much tackled him at the picnic, and offered him a bit of a smile and a nod.

"The Amazing Bobby Drake, right?" At least he was good with names? "How are you doing, this evening?"

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"The one and- well, no, that doesn't really work, does it?" Bobby snickered a bit. "Not too bad. At the risk of sounding kind of nerdy, though, kinda looking forward to my classes starting. It'll be nice to have something to do."

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"Oh, I can relate to that," Warren agreed, nodding faintly. He took a step away from the edge. If he lingered there long enough, he really was going to just say 'to hell with it' and take a dive. "They've got some, uh, some pretty unique classes here, I'll give them that."

He was still trying to figure out what a Muggle was, for example.

"Are you taking anything interesting this semester?"

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"Love and Romance, and Business 102," Bobby shrugged. "Probably some of the more normal-ish classes around here, actually. Except... somehow, I think, considering who the teachers are they're not gonna be all that normal," he wandered over and sat on the ledge, facing inward towards Warren. "What've you got?"

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Warren gave his shoulders a light shrug, sticking his hands into his pockets.

"It looks like we're both in Love and Romance, and then I have something that was written down as DADA, and... Fashion?" He raised an eyebrow. "That last one is going to be interesting."

He had no idea. Seriously.

"I think they just stuck me into whatever, when I enrolled. It was on pretty short notice."

He probably could have handled that Business course, for example.

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"If you're anything like the Warren I know, and all evidence so far seems to point to the fact that you kinda are, not-knowing-me aside, you will own the fashion class," Bobby said confidently. The Warren back home had a habit of buying several-thousand-dollar items of clothing without even looking at the price tag, after all. "I don't know what a DADA is though," he admitted.

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"Something to do with Muggles," Warren replied, smirking faintly. "If you can tell me what that's supposed to mean, I'll be all set."

He was so going to own the fashion class. Unless Deadpool decided to pick on him. Which was entirely likely, here, considering the guy had referred to him as 'my little turtledove' when they'd met.

Deadpool kind of freaked Warren out a little.

[longislandiceme]

Deadpool was, also, in a bizarre sort of way their pseudo-newphew-in-law. Or something. That probably wouldn't help with the freaking-out though (or maybe it wouldn't matter much, since this Warren didn't know Scott). "Okay, yeah, no idea what a Muggle is either," Bobby admitted. "It sounds kinda like a made up word, honestly."

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Bruce needed a place of solace, a place where he could be alone with his thoughts for a while. He had been here for several days and had barely gotten any solid private brooding in.

And so he walked up to the roof.

Where there were people.

Damn.

"Nice night," he said, covering his disappointment with small talk. "You can see a lot from up here."

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Well, he'd put in an admirable effort. It was the thought that counted, right?

"Bruce, right?" Warren looked away from the small amalgam of twinkly lights over yonder, and gave a small nod in greeting. "It isn't really a bad view. I mean, it doesn't quite compare with the lights of the city, but it has its charms."

Such as the fact that it was not the city. That was quite charming all on its own.

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Bruce nodded confirmation that Warren had his name right. "For example, not having the noises or smells of the city. That makes up for a lot of the lights."

Bruce was lying there. He loves big cities.

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Bruce nodded confirmation that Warren had his name right. "For example, not having the noises or smells of the city. That makes up for a lot of the lights."

Bruce was lying there. He loves big cities.

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"I don't know. This place almost seems too quiet, in comparison to New York." Honestly, how did people sleep at night without the sounds of traffic and sirens and supervillains bent on world domination emanating from the streets down below? "But I can agree with that bit about the smells. I'm pretty sure I'm never going to come to enjoy the smell of 'open manhole in July.'"

It would take some doing, anyhow.

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"I've come to appreciate the quiet," Bruce said. "It took me a while, though. The first step is to be away from the noise for long enough to get used to it."

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"Well, it isn't as though I have any immediate plans to go running back to New York so that I can get my noise pollution fix," Warren sighed. He glanced back out over the island, then took a sort of mandatory step away from the edge of the roof. "It'll probably grow on me, sooner or later."

He shrugged.

"So, you do a fair bit of travel, then, Bruce?"

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"A fair bit," Bruce said. "I just got back from a few months in Japan, and before that I spent three months taking a tour of our east coast." And there was more than another year of traveling before that, too, but that was enough to mention for right now.

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Well, it was enough for Warren, at least.

"I just got here after a brief flying tour of New York State, myself," Warren replied. In complete honesty. Kind of. "It was somewhat spur of the moment, but worth every moment. Most travelling I've done in the past has been on business."

Rich super boys of the island, unite.

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Bobby usually preferred to do his brooding in large walk-in freezers. Less chance of them being already occupied, except perhaps by several pounds of hamburger meat.

"I don't come up here very often, but I can see why some people might," Bobby admitted. "It *is* a pretty sweet view."

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And a strategically important view, too. "Do people actually come up here that regularly?" Bruce asked.

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"Somebody's got to look after the garden, I guess," Bobby pointed out. The garden full of... very prickly plants. Yep.

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There went Bruce's default place of solitude. Despite this, he took a look at the plants. "Are you one of the regular gardeners?"

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"Me?" Bobby laughed. "No, I'd probably kill plants just by looking at them." Or, you know... forgetting to water them.

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"Please tell me you don't have any pets," Bruce requested. He heard about the number of people in the dorms with animals. If someone knew they couldn't take care of plants, they certainly had to know not to try animals, right?

[longislandiceme]

"Well, not anymore..."