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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

After a jog through the new town Fandom had attached itself to, Bruce was feeling unsettled (but in a very different way than he felt a couple weeks ago). It seemed to be a nice enough place - a place where no child would have to worry about his parents being gunned down in front of his eyes, in fact - but the place wasn't normal. You could tell by the animals. If that many cats went into that many trees and refused to come down without a man dressed in a suit that allowed him to fight fires going after them, there was a reason. Just not a malicious reason, unless the people were very big on the idea of killing with kindness.

Anyway, Bruce needed a counter to all of this wholesomeness, so he went to the common room and hoped for a crime documentary of some sort. Instead, the TV locked onto Baketball Wives. It was less wholesome, but it was also brain deadening. That wasn't what Bruce wanted at all.

[OOC: I have a headache, but I'm bored. And so, common room!]

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Mercy wandered in a little sleepily. "Hey," she said, making her way to the frig and peering inside. "How's it going?"

"Strange day," Bruce said. "But it could be much worse. How are you?"

"Good," Mercy said, "But strangely tired. I actually dozed off for a bit while I was reading. Figured I'd better wake myself up or I'll be up at 3 in the morning."

She pulled a container out of the frig, opened it, made a face and stuck it back in. "So why was your day strange? Other than, you know, waking up in a new place again."

"It's the new place. It's so... nice and wholesome," Bruce said, figuring that explained it.

The trash reality on the TV wasn't so strange. It was more or less expected.

She turned to look at him. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Just... strange," Bruce said. "It seems like the biggest part of the fire department's budget is ladders to get kittens down from trees. That was happening constantly."

"Okay, that is weird," Mercy agreed, then sighed at the lack of anything that appealed. "I guess I'll make myself a grilled cheese. You want one?"

"No, thanks," Bruce said. "I stopped at a diner in the city while I was over there. They really nailed the 1950's theme," Bruce joked. Well, it was a joke for anyone who was out there and realized they were apparently in a black and white 1950's world. Otherwise it was just a comment.

Mercy hadn't been across to visit yet, so the joke went over her head. "I'll have to go over," she said with a smile as she pulled out bread and cheese. "Where I grew up they always seemed stuck in the 50's, so maybe it'll feel like home."

Without werewolves, of course. At least, she assumed so.

"I'm sure you'll notice a few differences," Bruce said. "Everything's in black and white there, for one thing."

Her eyes widened and she turned to face him. "Black and white? Seriously?"

"Well, mostly shades of gray," Bruce said. "But not in the same way as Arkham was. This is... cheerier."

"Well, you know, kittens in trees being the major problem makes it cheerier by default," Mercy joked. "I don't think many places are less cheery than Arkham."

She dropped a pat of butter in the frying pan, then grabbed another pan to heat up some milk. "Hot chocolate?" she offered.

"No, thank you. You don't save that for the colder months?" Bruce asked. "Or the colder places Fandom might end up?"

Mercy shrugged. "Most people drink coffee or tea. I prefer hot chocolate, no matter the weather."

She dropped the bread and cheese into the sizzling hot pan and pressed it down to let it sear on that side. "It's my go to comfort drink."

"Is there something you need to be comforted about?" Bruce asked. "Or is it just handy?"

"Are you offering if I am?" Mercy asked curiously, but with a smile.

"But... no, not really. Things are better here than they were at my mom's. Not that she and her new family weren't great to me," she said quickly. "But... I was a shock and as welcome as they tried to make me, well, I'm a hard person to lie to."

Her nose made sure of that.

"I just like my hot chocolate. Particularly this kind with the spice."

"I haven't seen many people feel unwelcome here," Bruce said. "So it seems you landed in the right place. Especially since we always seem to have something to make in the cupboards."

"Everybody's been great," Mercy agreed. "I actually kind of feel like I fit in here. Like, maybe it's a place I could belong."

"I've never been too concerned with belonging anywhere," Bruce said. "I tend to focus more on where I'm going to be than where I am now."

He was still very focused on where he was now, though. He had a lot of focus.

"Maybe if I knew where I was going to be..." She shrugged. "Kind of had the rug pulled out from under me in that respect. I'm still sort of trying to adjust."

"Do you mind if I ask what happened?" Bruce asked.

Mercy flipped over her grilled cheese to cook the other side and stirred at the hot chocolate to give her a chance to think what she wanted to say. "I figured I'd spend the rest of my life in Aspen Creek. I mean, I was going to go to college maybe, but then... I was going to marry Samuel and... you know, raise a family and just be there where I didn't - " Have to hide what I am. " - where I thought I could belong if I was with him."

She slid the sandwich onto a plate and continued stirring the milk, taking a moment to compose herself. "But his dad caught us and decided to send me home to my mom's. Samuel and I decided to run away together anyway, but Bran found out and told me the truth about why Samuel wanted to marry me and... Yeah... I couldn't spend my life with someone who doesn't love me. So... I went to my mom's and when I got there I found out she had a whole other normal family. Had for like 13 years and I hadn't known. And they hadn't known I existed either."

She poured the hot chocolate into a mug and went to sit on the couch, trying to shrug off the hurt, not very successfully. "So, I ended up here. And at some point I have to decide what I do next."

Edited 2011-08-15 00:15 (UTC)

There were several questions in there that Bruce almost wanted to latch onto, but he decided to focus on a lighter portion of that next step.

"If I can make one suggestion, I'd say wait quite a bit longer to focus on marriage. There's plenty of time and plenty of dating partners out there before you have to concern yourself with that."

"Yeah, marriage is off the table for... at least the foreseeable future," Mercy said dryly. "Don't worry about that."

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