Second Floor Common Room - Saturday evening - 02/13

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Fiona had made sure to have everything set up, just in case.

There was popcorn, loads of popcorn, so much popcorn... not to mention a few different seasoning salts and a bottle or two of cheese powder. There was a big blanket, a stack of the most terribly rated and ridiculous action/comedy DVDs, and a bunch of soda. And, of course, there was herself and her kitten (the first cradling the second in her lap). Everything was set for the evening...

Now all she needed was her... friend. Yes.

[intended for one specifically, but Fiona seriously overprepared so feel free to come!]

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This was all probably a really terrible idea, but Griff still felt he owed Fiona for the way he'd ended things, so instead of suffering at a dance, he was walking into a common room where there would be good visual distractions. Right.

"You two seem situated," he remarked, finding his own seat and staring a bit at the amount of popcorn.

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Fiona was playing with the cat when he came in and smiled over at him.

"Well, I wanted to make sure I didn't have to go get anything. I'd have to either carry Nyx or find someone to hold her and since I was alone at the time..."

She shrugged.

"How was the library?"

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"Oh you know, books, books, and more books," he shrugged. "What're we viewing tonight?"

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She gestured to the pile, which had all kinds of perfectly moddable things that he could choose from. Everything from Ah-nold to Jackie Chan to Bruce Lee.

"Your choice. I picked venue."

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"Making me choose? That seems cruel in a way," he said, going through the pile and selecting something at random to stick in the player. "I mean, to you, of course."

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"I'll sic my attack cat on you if it's really horrible," she threatened, keeping her face perfectly straight.

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"You forget that Nyx likes me," he returned with a little smile over his shoulder.

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"You forget that I'm her source for tuna," she said with a little smirk in return.

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"Then I hope you enjoy meta for Total Recall." He had no other way of winning the cat fight.

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"I'm sure I will. I think that one was supposed to be pretty good," she said as she flopped back onto the couch. Her cat curled up in her lap, quite happy to stay there and be petted, and she sipped thoughtfully at one of the sodas. It was cold and wet and nice on her throat.

"Have you seen it before?"

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"No, but I'm betting it's awful," he said, watching her drink and wondering a little about how that was going for her.

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Mostly, it was just going down her throat. But it made her feel more normal.

"I thought the title was kind of funny. All it makes me think about is if I've remembered all of my declensions."

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"Huh, I wouldn't have gone there," he said, not really finding it amusing.

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"I've been doing a lot of homework," she said, looking down at her cat.

"I'm trying to work on a certain ancient Italian dialect. Need it for a few texts."

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"What are you looking up in ancient Italian?" It was kind of random or at least weird-sounding.

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"A book my brother and I found in the basement of our house. We've noticed that it has some big differences to what the rest of the mythology texts we've read seem to say.

"For one, it's the only book that mentions gods from different pantheons actually meeting."

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"So...it could mean something about the family?" Griff wondered.

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"It could be the truth," she agreed, "instead of all the things you read about. I mean, if what this book is saying is true, I'm pretty sure my uncle Henry is both Hermes and Loki. Well, the Loki from Norse mythology. At least, that's what it's saying."

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"But it's just a book, right?" He wasn't sure he followed the importance.

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...that got just a bit of a look. Nothing was 'just' a book. Books were sacred.

"There's no way in the world I'm ever going to get my family to tell me anything they don't want me to know, right? And going to my dad is just about guaranteed to get me killed if they find out.

"So it's a little more than just a book."

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"Well I'm sorry, but is it some written history of your family? I know you say they're the gods or whatever, but if the stories don't match up, can't they just be stories?"

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She held up a finger, pressed pause on the movie that they weren't really watching, and lifted up her cat. There was a quick run to her room, after which she returned with a photocopy of a page from the book.

Framed in red-and-gilt filigree a nude woman stood surrounded by creatures of the forest: bears and wolves, foxes and squirrels and rabbits, finches and hawks. The woman held out her hands to the animals, letting them smell her—or it almost looked as if she was blessing them. She pointed to the Latin written out in her hand below.

"'Lady Nature anoints the animals of the woods, gifts them with claws sharpened, noses and ears and eyes keen, and the kiss of Winter Sleep.'"

Lady Nature’s face was lifelike, perfect. It was, in fact, Fiona's Aunt Dallas.

Fiona's cheeks burned as they had the first time they'd come upon this picture. Her Aunt was beautiful and Fiona felt terribly lacking whenever she looked upon the tasteful, but still embarrassing, picture. No one wants to see their aunt naked.

Her camera came out next, finger flipping through the taken pictures until they stopped on one of Dallas with her trademark smirk twisting her perfect lips.

It was very clearly one and the same woman, even if the settings were completely different.

"This is from the book."