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Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Really, it probably should have been a shock to wake up in a room you hadn't even seen for nearly twenty years. And yes, it had been a little disorienting at first, but please. Not only was Kate Desrosiers a Fandom High alumna, she had also taught at the school herself, and had visited pretty frequently over the years since. There were few strange occurrences that could shock her anymore.

So really, all this randomly-getting-transported-overnight stuff really meant at this point was that she was saving money on gas for her car.

Having rolled out of bed and boggled at her old room for a moment, Kate did what came naturally. And that was wandering on down to the common room, getting the coffee machine going, and getting started on a batch of muffins. If memory served her right, the smell would be enough to lure people in. She was kind of curious as to who all she'd see.

And if there was anyone in particular she was hoping to run into... Well, you would not be the first to know.

[ooc: You can't possibly think this could be anything other than open.]

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Chalk up someone else who hadn't been thrown very much by winding up in his dorm room, though in Dolf's case, it was years of time-travel experience.

It could get a bit inconvenient; you never knew when someone was going to park an ox cart somewhere.

So he'd simply padded out of his room and started looking for a common room to feed him, and look, there he was. "Koffie?" he asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Kate looked up from where she was peering into the oven, at the unfamiliar voice. She was glad it was someone her own age, if not anyone she immediately recognized. Not that she would have minded a teenager showing up. She was betting their reactions to her thirtysomething presence in the common room would be all kinds of hilarious.

"If that's a highly accented way of saying coffee, then yes," she said, straigthening up and nodding towards the coffee machine. "Help yourself."

Dolf squinted once; his uncaffeinated brain had yet to parse the fact that people would be speaking English here, not Dutch.

In lieu of answering her verbally, he shuffled towards the coffee machine and took a cup. Methodically, he made himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, closed his eyes, and let it sink in.

Oh. Right. English.

"Good."

Well, English-by-way-of-caveman.

Kate watched him with a mildly amused expression. "I hope you're just a little slow to get going before your morning coffee," she remarked. "Otherwise I might have to start thinking the island is just pulling in random helpless thirtysomethings from all over, just for the hell of it."

Dolf took another sip, then put his coffee down. "No," he said, "No, I used to be here before."

The squinty look he gave her clearly read 'and what about you?'.

"Moved here in 2009, graduated in 2011, and have been coming back to work or just to hang out a lot ever since," Kate obliged, as the timer went off and she picked up the oven mitts. "Though usually I've had to get here on my own."

"I was kind of wondering if I'd left the machine running in my sleep," Dolf admitted, after a moment. "Time- and dimensional travel isn't that weird, doing it without putting in any work is."

He seemed mostly unconcerned. And happy. He had coffee.

Kate snickered as she took the muffins out of the oven. "Well, that's Fandom for you," she said. "I'm Kate, by the way. Kate Desrosiers -- or, well. I was still a Gregson, when I lived here the first time around. I'm sorry, I don't really recignize you."

"Dolf Wega," Dolf volunteered. "I was here from 2010 till... uh, 2012, I think? I used to be a part of the reserves. I moved home pretty quickly after that, though."

Add another tick to the tally of "people who weren't terribly weirded out by this occurrence". It wasn't exactly how he'd expected to end up at the reunion, but then, Bobby was used to the unexpected. It came with the territory. And so here he was, wandering down from Sookie's old dorm room to his old common room and who should he see but his ol- former roommate.

"Kate, hey," he greeted, going to pour himself a cup of coffee. Being able to actually drink the stuff hot was... something he hadn't experienced in a while.

"Oh right, the reserves!" That definitely rang some bells. It had always been good to know the people running the support systems at least by name. "And where exactly is home, if you don't mind me asking?"

Time passed, but the smell of fresh baked goods would never not summon Bobby McCallister. He'd been pleased by the idea of a Fandom reunion - had even talked Jack into ditching his committee meetings for a weekend to come too, and he'd been even more amused by the idea of sleeping in their old dorm rooms though there was a vague wondering where the current students had been shuffled off to. Probably one of those amazing trips around the world that only happened at Fandom.

The woman baking looked familiar, but to his disappointment, Bobby couldn't quite put a name to the face yet. "You've started coffee too?" he asked with a smile. "Now I can't even offer to help in exchange for whatever it is that smells so good."

"The Netherlands," Dolf said, with a grin, "2027. You?"

"Bobby," Kate smirked, actually looking a little pleased to see him. "Muffin, for old times' sake?"

There were plenty.

"2031, Baltimore." And that was the kind of thing she'd gotten used to saying, oh, over twenty years ago. Even the difference of a few years didn't get so much as a blink. "Which makes it sound like I didn't get far at all, but actually I've been pretty much all over the place."

Ooh, random hot guy Kate didn't recognize! (That thought... was going to feel awkward a little later.) She smirked.

"Old habits die hard, I guess," she said, shrugging. "It's muffins, I kinda got the urge when I saw this particular kitchen again."

"Please," Bobby put a hand over his heart and heaved a dramatic sigh. "I know it's been a couple years, but I haven't changed that much." Which was something of an ironic statement given all that had happened in the last couple months, but. "I still never turn down free food."

"Oh, I know that feeling," Dolf said. "I mean, not that I've really moved far out of Amstelveen since I went back, but I've been all over the place year-wise. Where did you go?"

See? Totally normal.

Hey! Bobby was not in favour of anyone being awkward about finding him hot. Actually...that statement wasn't true at all.

"That has to be difficult," he replied, so very much teasing. "Do you often get different urges based on where you are? Or is this purely just a Fandom thing?"

"I would've had to call you an impostor if you had," Kate informed him, and was only half joking. Sure, he'd been teenaged when they'd lived together but still. "And I apparently still can't help offering you free food."

"Well, this feels awfully familiar," Bobby remarked to the other man. Not that he had any idea who the guy was, but if he'd gone to school in Fandom he was bound to be familiar with the food-filled-common-room phenomenon.

"Well, I've lived on both coasts of the States, plus I've been around the multiverse." Occasionally getting kidnapped or marveling at schools for superpowered people. "And I lived in France for about four years, which is why my last name has fancy R's in it."

"I think it might be almost entirely a Fandom thing," Kate mused, pretending to consider it seriously. "I mean, I have a lot of different urges, but they don't tend to be place-specific. This one really is."

"Like old times," Dolf agreed, now that he was feeling a little more human. "Though I hope that doesn't mean there will be any gremlins showing up to the party."

"I like France," Dolf said, thoughtfully. "I've been there on vacation a lot. Whereabouts did you live?"

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