4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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Another day, another... session of staring at the TV while it played motorcross repeats from Precursors know when. Jak was getting bored again, which meant he was five minutes from heading back to Haven to yell at Torn and maybe get a mission out of it.

But that could come later.

Right now, it was motors. And a bag of chips. Jak was a simple man.

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In an effort to appear more social, Jonas was actually out of his room and on another floor. He could have easily just gone outside and found a quiet place to read but he was trying.

"Whatever you're watching sounds loud," he remarked idly as he wandered in. "Which necessarily isn't a bad thing. Just an observation. Good morning."

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"It's supposed to be loud," Jak said, anyway, even if it wasn't 'a bad thing'. Thanks, Jonas, for clarifying that. "That's how you know the engines are going."

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"I'm not familiar with the sport," he explained, shrugging one shoulder at the answer. "Or many sports. This is some sort of race, I'm guessing?"

He was full of helpful clarifications today.

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"It's racing. On a motorbike."

Jak... was not.

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And Jonas was getting used to things like that. At least he didn't immediately start to apologize for something he had no control over. Jak probably would have made a face at that too.

"It's not something I'm familiar with," he explained but he found his eyes drawn to the television anyway. "Is it something you do? The motorbike racing?"

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Tara waggled her fingers in a wave at Jonas once her waffles had been located and placed in the toaster.

"Morning, Jonas. How's it going?"

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"It's going pretty well," he answered, returning her wave with one of his own. "How about yourself? Are you dealing with final examinations all right?"

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Tara nodded. "The only bad one was monomyths. W-we had to talk in front of class," she said, with a special horror. "I still have modeling tomorrow, but ... I dunno. That's like a special parallel dimension of crazy."

She reached into the fridge for syrup. "How were yours?"

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"They went well," Jonas said, nodding. "I think I'm still exhausted from Professor Bond's. It was a lengthy obstacle course that included a run around the entire island. My legs are still sore every so often. I don't know if I'll take that one again."

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"Jonas!" Karla called, pleased to see him. "It's been awhile! What have you been up to, since I haven't been around much to push dyeing your tongue fun colors?"

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"Hello, Karla," Jonas said, greeting her with a smile. "I've been well, for the most part. Beka's a dog so I've been taking care of her every once in awhile. Other than that, I've been attending classes and trying to get through my finals. Which I finally did."

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"You're done?" Karla asked, returning his smile. "I have one more tomorrow. But my crazy hard one was yesterday, so I'm not too worried."

She vaguely remembered Emma mentioning Beka being a literal terrier. But that felt like weeks ago. "How long has she been a dog?" she asked. "A while now?"

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"Well, I will be done," he clarified, nodding. "I've one more today but that's the entirety of them. I'll be free to do whatever I want...for about a week. And then I'll be looking forward to summer workshops."

Honestly, he looked forward to anything that was new. That shouldn't surprise anyone. "And she's been a dog for...over a week now, I think. She was a dog during prom, I'm sure. I didn't attend but I think her roommate took her."

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Tara had padded upstairs in hopes there were some toaster waffles somewhere on the island. (Okay. Toaster waffles she wouldn't have to leave campus or pay money to get.)

There weren't any on her floor, so she'd gone up a floor to raid the freezer there. "Oh, hey," she said as she entered the room, making herself ignore Jak's throbbing aura. "Racing?"

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"Racing," Jak agreed. Hey, it was a simple question, she was going to get a simple answer. "Breakfast?" And match it with one of his own.

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"Waffles," Tara nodded, gesturing to the toaster.

And then she had to break that beautiful one-word-sentence thing. "There aren't any on my floor, so ... waffles here. And racing."

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"Waffles and racing," Jak echoed. He wasn't totally done with the one... okay, three-word-sentence thing yet. "Sounds like a winning combination to me."

...Yeah, Jak still couldn't snarl at Tara.

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"I've had worse mornings," Tara sad,some slight determination to be cheerful in her tone. "It could be ... gory nature shows and stale toast, right?"

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Karla hadn't noticed Tara's waffles until after she'd poured the milk onto her cereal. "Aww Hells," she said, giving Tara a smile. "I hadn't even thought to check for waffles first. Good call."

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"I came up from the second floor to find them," Tara grinned triumphantly. "If you want some, there are plenty in the freezer."

An uncertain pause. "... don't be way insulted? But you can work the toaster, right?"

She had, after all, experienced Karla's cooking.

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"Almost definitely," Karla assured Tara, not at all insulted. "I think the one down on our floor is defective, but normal ones shouldn't be a problem."

Whether the toaster had been defective before or after Karla had started messing around with it was up for debate, of course.

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Having decided she didn't actually like any of the cereal down on the second floor, Karla had begun searching for a common room that had better breakfast offerings than her own.

Fourth floor won out by having the cereal with the tasty little marshmallows in it. Yum!

Grabbing a giant bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, Karla was now set to be social. "Kiss kiss," she said, waving her spoon at the other people in the common room before taking her first bite.

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Jak (and his Tara-granted waffles) looked up briefly. "...Hey," he said, momentarily thrown off-guard by that particular greeting. Because it was weird.

But.

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For her part, Karla was oblivious to any confusion engendered by her greeting. For one, she was trying to eat around all the marshmallows in the bowl, so she could eat them all at once at the end. For another, she'd been here almost a full year now and figured that anyone who wasn't new should probably be accustomed to it by now.

...She was sixteen. A measure of self-involvement was par for the course.

"Hey," she replied, once she'd maneuvered a few more of the oat pieces onto her spoon. "Enjoying your car show?"

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"It's motorcycles."

Jak was kind of, y'know. Obliged. To point it out.

He didn't exactly need to be told about self-involvement.

"Not cars."