Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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It had been a lifetime ago since he last found himself in this common room, but Jak had had a long night (and a long morning's not-really-sleeping. Fucking insomnia) and he was hungry. So he was poking through the drawers in search of something that looked edible.

At least with a few months' training on the local alphabet, he could now make out what was soup and what was toilet cleaner.

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[puppy_fair]

"Close, but no cigar, huh?" Zack shrugged, tossed the sphere into the air and caught it again, and then pocketed it once more. "There's just another example of how different different worlds can be, I guess. Most people look at me weird when I mention that monsters drop anything at all."

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Jak shrugged. "Eco makes up people," he said, which was about as much as he knew. "I think. So it's not weird."

[puppy_fair]

Zack pursed his lips a little, thinking long and hard on that one as he stepped out of the fridge. He was pretty certain that if he hadn't found more milk in there now, he was never going to.

"Some people back home talk about this thing called the Lifestream, that every living thing is made up of, and we all go back to it when we die," he offered. "I don't know much more about it than that, but materia might have something to do with it."

He'd know these things for sure if he'd ever paid attention when it was explained to him. But there was so much fidgeting to be done.