Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

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Jak had gotten back to Fandom sometime yesterday, slammed the door to his room, and spent some handwavey time in the shooting range, trying to work off some of his anger. Being Jak, that hadn't been particularly succesfull, and he'd gotten shocked by lightning at least once.

Whatever.

Now it was Thursday, Jak was still pissed off at Torn, and he was coping with that by watching reruns from the Indy whateverthenumber was. He was also cleaning off the base of the Morph Gun - or rather, the innocent block of metal that became the Morph Gun if he put something deadly on it.

Stupid weapons locker.

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Hannibal didn't know why he was awake early other than the class that he was just coming back from. If it hadn't been for that, he'd still be in bed. He was, in fact, heading there when he passed by the common room and spotted Jak.

"You cleaning a rock or something?" Well, it wasn't like he knew weaponry from Jak's world.

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It wasn't like it currently qualified as weaponry. Unless Jak managed to kill someone by throwing it at them, but in that event, everything in the room did.

"Something like that," Jak said, looking up. "Hey."

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"Hey," he said, turning into the common room to grab something to eat and drink. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Been keeping yourself hidden?"

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"I've been home taking care of business," Jak said, dismissively, leaning back against the couch as the cars rounded the bend again on screen. "They have a habit of getting out of hand."

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"Sounds thrilling," Hannibal said, grabbing some orange juice out of the refrigerator and some Pop Tarts from the cabinet before taking a seat. "Guess that means you missed last weekend's fun island weirdness, then?"

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"Can't say I'm depressed about that," Jak said, dumping his feet on the table. "What happened?"

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"Prom," he said, shrugging because that wasn't a big deal. "And then alternate timeline children. Almost everyone became a mommy or a daddy overnight. That'll turn you off sex for awhile."

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"I went to Prom," Jak pointed out, lazily. "Triela asked."

Which was weird, but hey. He wasn't going to say no.

"But the last thing I need is kids."

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"Yeah, the island doesn't care," Hannibal told him, shaking his head. "Last year, I got a daughter, this year, a son. I got lucky. Chuck Bass had like fifty kids running around."

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It was hard not to notice that kind of anger; it felt like it was pulsing out of the common room like a communications array gone haywire or an agitated villip choir. Tahiri had been on her way downstairs to head to the junkyard and check on her X-Wing when she sensed it, and had to stop and see what was going on.

The last time she'd sensed anything like it, she'd been pretty addled by the hallucinogenic fog, but as soon as she spotted its source she recognized him. Well. This was slightly awkward.

"Oh . . . hi, Jak."

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Jak was still slouched on the couch, feet on the end table and staring at his racing... thing.

He didn't have any special senses about... people, so his only response was to blink once, then look up. "...Hey." He didn't exactly remember her name very well.

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"How have you, um, been?" Tahiri asked carefully; she still wasn't very good at this whole social-skills thing, and anyway, how did you attempt to start off small talk with someone when the last time (which was also the first time) you'd run into them, you'd been seeing things and trying to kill each other?

Besides mad about something, anyway. That was kind of obvious, and probably not a good idea to bring up.

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"Busy."

Yeah. Thank you, mr. Verbally Gifted.

"You know, with all the... stuff."

... Yes.

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Oh, for the days when Tahiri used to be able to babble on cheerfully without stopping for breath or for that matter particularly caring if you wanted to listen to her or not.

"With all the watching cars go around in circles? I can see how that would take up a lot of your time."

She wasn't any less sarcastic these days than she had been back then; just less irrepressibly cheerful. Kind of by a lot.

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Jak shot her an irritated look. Hey, at least that was going to cause something approaching conversation?

"Being back home," he said, "Blowing stuff up. Getting blown up."

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"Oh, that," Tahiri replied, a bit more flippantly than she'd originally meant to thanks to the look he was giving her, even though that did sound like a familiar sort of being-home experience. "More of the first part than the second, I hope."

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"I'm still in one piece," Jak said, "So that's kind of obvious."

...Jak, seriously now. Conversation. "Heard you guys had a weird weekend."

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"The last time I saw you, it was a little hard to actually see," Tahiri replied with a shrug. "So my memory could be a little fuzzy. But I tend to be in favor of people not getting that badly blown up."

She nodded in response to the question. "It seems to be the post-prom tradition here, in the island's usual whimsical way. With some of the kids who showed up, getting blown up would probably have been possible."

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"Hey..." Hannibal paused and frowned. "I don't think I know you. That's pretty damn rare these days. Hey anyway!"

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"That's tragic," Tahiri noted, "considering I've been here almost two years. I haven't been in the habit of being awfully social for . . . quite a while, actually, so it's not your fault."

She dropped onto the edge of a nearby chair, noting with some satisfaction that unless she scooted back she could actually put both feet flat on the floor now, and smiled. "Tahiri. That's me, I mean."

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"Yeah, I'm going on two years too so I thought I knew just about everyone," he said and offered her a hand. "Hannibal King. Good to meet you, Tahiri. First time I've met someone new in ages."

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"I'm sneaky that way, I suppose, but I've definitely heard of you, at least." Tahiri reached out and shook his hand with a grip that might be firmer than expected from someone her size. "You're in the fraternity with Ben, aren't you?"

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Hannibal did raise a slight eyebrow at that grip but didn't draw any other attention to it. He'd gotten used to girls being as strong or stronger than him.

"Yep, I help run it with Arthur," Hannibal said, nodding. "Ben's been coming for awhile, since before I helped run it, at least. He likes the satellite building aspect of it."

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"Of course he would," Tahiri replied, thoroughly unsurprised. (Because let's face it, it would be sad if she had been surprised.) "Are you really building a satellite in there, or is it just an elaborate joke?"

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"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," he said, completely straightfaced. Well, mostly. One side of his mouth did twitch a bit.