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Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8

There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.

Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.

Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.

Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.

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"Even if you can't?" he wondered, peering down at his cereal and thinking of his own home. He could go back, he knew, but it wouldn't be home and that was a little...hard.

"You can't always go home again," Katchoo said slowly, half to herself. She wasn't that much of a literary person, but there were reasons unrelated to Francine's unfortunate toga incident that the sophomore year Puncture High School play stuck with her. "Can't stay here either, though. Not forever."

"I think you're wrong. You could stay forever but probably not in the way you're thinking." Of course, few people thought the way Bod did. Benefits of his upbringing.

"Just in the way you're thinking?" Katchoo finally got the coffee brewing, and turned around to actually look at him. Kid was, despite her efforts to keep not caring, kind of interesting. "Y'know, if you're gonna get metaphysical on me, I was never much for that sort of thing."

Philosophical, maybe. That was different, but outright admitting interest put a damper on her ability to keep people at arm's length.

"I don't think it's metaphysical at all," said Bod, shaking his head. "I meant dying and being buried in the local graveyard. Those people there, they haven't left. This is their home."

It probably sounded morbid to some people but, to Bod, it sounded natural. That was their home and they lived there just as Bod lived in his dorm room.

"Sure. Throw a curveball at me, why don't you," she said idly as she rummaged for a mug (not paying a whole lot of attention to its cleanliness; as long as it didn't have something green and fuzzy growing in it, it was fine). "Here I was all ready to hear you out on something about us living on in the memories we leave behind, or our essence living in the walls because we've left our mark on the place, or somethin' like that, and you go for that."

Briefly, she thought of Emma Glass. "So what if someone gets cremated, and their ashes get scattered? Whaddya say home is for them?"

"Perhaps where they're scattered?" Bod hadn't encountered cremation prior to leaving so he wasn't sure how the ghosts regarded those that were cremated. "If their ashes are spread, don't they usually make a choice beforehand of where to be scattered?"

"Usually." So maybe Lake Ontario was home for Emma now. "Maybe they're the ones who get the really sprawling floorplan, huh?"

"Maybe," he said, cracking a small laugh at the thought of some of the ghosts he knew having the run of the free world. "I think it's what you believe, honestly. It's nice to think those that have passed on are doing well elsewhere. To me, at least."

His mother, for instance. His father. His entire family.

"All of them?" Katchoo asked curiously. "I don't go for the fire-and-brimstone crap, but you think everybody deserves that?"

That wasn't entirely true, actually; she sort of believed in hell, if only to believe it existed for people like Darcy and Ace.

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"To live on once they die?" Bod hadn't ever thought about it, just accepted it. Those that died lived on in some way, shape or form. "I don't think I'm the right one to judge who's deserving or not, honestly. It wouldn't be fair to make judgments like that."

She'd have laughed in his face if she didn't already have the impression he'd been some kind of sheltered; as it was Katchoo let out a snort. "Say they make it easy on you, and there's no problem with being fair about the judging. We're talking someone who's a monster and damn proud of it, and admits it. The kind of person who thinks the entire world is theirs to use however the hell they want, and screw anyone who wants different."

"And you want to know if I think they deserve to live on after they've died?" he asked, making sure he had her question right. "Or if they deserve to live on in a certain way?"

"In a certain way," she clarified. In one manner of speaking people like that were always going to live on. Damn shame, that.

"In a certain way, I think everyone should live on," he answered, nodding slowly. "It's not up to me to decide which way though because that's dependent on the belief system of that person. I don't have that power but I think everyone will live on after, in some way."

Katchoo gave a noncommittal grunt by way of response; the answer didn't piss her off exactly, but she couldn't say it pleased her much. "You're nicer than I am, kid, that's all I got to say."

Bod's laugh was light, light enough that it almost wasn't there. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Depending on who you ask." If you were paying attention, a smile flickered across Katchoo's face for a fraction of a second. "I'd say nah, and keep it that way, will ya?"

"I've no plans to change so I think that's an easily followed request," said Bod, nodding. "If something does change, I'll make sure you don't find out."

He was teasing, mostly. Trying out that sense of humor that he had hidden somewhere inside him.

"Assuming I get the gig again this term, just don't let it happen on the days I'm on radio." That was actually spoken in a lighter tone; Katchoo had a sense of humor too. She just tended to let it out in weird ways. "I don't really listen to it most of the week so you're safe then."

"I don't even know if I've told you my name I might even be able to change on your radio day and get away with it," Bod pointed out, feeling a little proud of that observation. She couldn't see his face via radio, after all.

"You got me there, kid." And look, an actual chuckle this time. Hey, the coffee was almost ready; that boosted her mood a bit. "We could keep it that way. Hear that's kinda impolite, but hey."

"I don't mind either way." Bod shrugged, not feeling compelled to tell her his name but not feeling bad about keeping it from her either. "Perhaps you'll be able to guess at some point."

"Yeah, sure. If I bother," and again, she was more teasing than actually irritable now. "Hell, I don't even know if you're one of the new kids or just someone I never bothered to meet."

"Another thing for you to guess," he said coyly. "It could be one or the other. Telling you now won't have any bearing on our conversation, I don't think."

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