Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Morning]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.



[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Wow," came Jack's observation as he kept shoveling in pancakes. "I just got here. Turns out I'm on an island, not on a boat."

.. yes, that was helpful.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Black Canary paused at that, and considered. "So what was the last thing you remember, before you arrived here?" she asked, trying to remember for herself, too.

[bitten_notshy]

"There was a party down in steerage," Jack said thoughtfully. He wanted to be helpful. "I ... had a good time, walked a girl back to her rooms, and crashed out in my bunk. That's about it."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Meanwhile I was in my home city, on my motorcycle, headed home..." After a fight at the docks, Huntress and Catwoman lending an assist. Intriguing but worrying. "And that's it. Steerage? Where did your ship depart from?"

[bitten_notshy]

"You ride a motorcycle?" Jack was impressed. They weren't exactly commonplace in 1912. "Uh, I got on the Titanic in Queenstown. It's in Ireland. We were going to New York."

"Where's your home city?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"...Titanic?" Whoa. Internal facepalm. And again, a most sincere wish for Oracle to back her up. Options: he was lying or crazy or horribly, terribly truthful. Caution needed. "Gotham City, New Jersey. And yes, I have a Ducati. Specialty ride." Her lips quirked. "Sooo, uh, what year is it for you?"

[bitten_notshy]

"1912," Jack said, glancing over to Claire. "That girl just said this is 2010, but that doesn't make any sense."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"She's telling the truth, though. As far as I know," Dinah confirmed, frowning. "But you're right about it not making any sense. I haven't traveled in time, but half way down the coast?" She shook her head, studying him. If the force behind this was malevolent, why would it save a young man from a ship that was destined to sink? "Kate, over there, said that strangeness on this island usually only lasts a few days. But I'm not sure I want to trust in that."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack snorted. "I'm not staying here," he decided. "There's a girl I have to look for, Rose DeWitt Bukater? Once I've figured out if she's here, I'm back on the road."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep an eye out for her," Black Canary promised. "I'm going into town very soon, to check things out. Who should I tell her is looking for her?" Then she paused. "Uh. So you're-- heading back to the boat?"

Nooooooooooooooooooooo.

[bitten_notshy]

"Probably not," Jack said. "I was trying to get to America, and if I'm in America, no point trying to catch a boat in the middle of the ocean, right? I just have to figure out how to get to the right year."

He smiled, as if to siuggest that would pose no problem at all. "Oh, tell Miss DeWitt that Jack Dawson's looking for her, Miss..."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Canary. Black Canary. It's a codename, actually." Dinah smiled sideways. "And a long story. But I'll definitely tell Miss DeWitt that you were here if I see her, Mr. Dawson." And whew. Maybe this kid wouldn't end up drowning at the end of the weekend, and if his girlfriend were around, that took care of her too. Hopefully.

[bitten_notshy]

"I'll be grateful for that, Miss Canary," Jack nodded.