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Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

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"I could," Karla said, heading directly to the mound of pastries. "In fact, it's going to be hard not to."

That wasn't an exaggeration.

She'd inhaled a cheese danish before answered his question, consuming it in four large but neat bites. Old habits died hard. "It's a globe of witchlight," she said, selecting a bear-claw. "I made a bunch if you want one. Just grab one and it'll float next to your shoulder and provide you with some light."

"Handy," he was grinning as he watched Karla eat. Sure, werewolves ate a lot, but it was something else watching a girl like Karla eat with the same gusto. "Thanks, I might just do that."

"Go ahead, that's what I made them for," she said, plucking a third and fourth pastry at random. She reached for a fifth, but, with a slightly guilty glance around the room, drew her hand back.

Even if they weren't as hungry as she was.

"You're pretty--" bite, gulp "--casually dressed," she noted, gesturing to her own several layers of sweaters. "I'm from Glacia and even I find this chilly." It was a bit sad that they barely knew each other. She was fairly certain that warming one's freezing hands on a near-perfect stranger went against several codes of conduct here.

"Toss me a roll, will you?" Jacob asked, seeing no need to hold back on eating. He just was too lazy to get up.

"It's pretty warm in here, the fire's nice," he said, like it wasn't a big deal. And well, you never knew how the stranger would respond. "Does Glacia get a lot of blizzards?"

She sent a roll flying his way with Craft; her hands were full with her own pastries. "We're usually snowed in for about five or six weeks every year," Karla answered, eying the remaining pastries, even as she was still eating her third. Perhaps one more wouldn't hurt... "The people who live up in the mountains are usually snowed in for longer. Snow I'm used to. Being without power, not so much--mostly because even the worst blizzards can't knock out Craft."

Flying pastry, well, he wasn't going to argue with it as he caught it from the air and took a bite. "Craft's magic, right?" he checked. "You use it for electricity too?"

"Craft is magic, yes," Karla said, decided that the room could afford to lose another pastry. "And...sorta? We don't quite have electricity the same way this world does--no teevee, no computers, nothing like that. But there are witchlights in each room, for example, and when you walk into a room, they turn on. And witchfires heat our rooms and run our stoves and Craft keeps the coldboxes working so our food doesn't spoil..." She shrugged. "That kind of stuff, if that makes sense."

"Sorta," he said. It sounded close enough to electricity that he could probably handle it. "You know I can get more food later, right? We're not going to starve here."

"Really?" Karla asked. "The town has electricity?" And could provide food, which was the major question.

"Excellent." She added another four pastries to her plate. "I'm still hungry." Pastries were good, but not really filling. Craft burned through the simple sugars too quickly.

"They don't, but at least the bakery has a back up generator," he said. "I think he said something about how it's needed in a place like this."

"Generators?" she asked as soon as she swallowed. "What's that?"

"They supply electricity when the main power is out," Jacob said. "Hospitals usually have them. It'd kind of suck to have the power go out mid surgery. Actually, some places only have a generator if there's not power grid in reach."

"I think I followed most of that," Karla said, poking at the inside of a doughnut. "Hospitals, I kind of understand. But power grids?"

There was something he hadn't tried explaining to someone before. "It's what we use to transport electricity from the plant - that's where it's generated - to where it's needed. They're huge masts that hold up the electricities wires."

"Oh," Karla said, nodding. "So electricity comes from plants. I'd always wondered."

5th floor common room - Morning

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