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Second Floor Common Room [lateish evening]

Katniss was not, generally, a fan of television. Too many bad memories, too many bad associations, too much screentime herself. However, it was late, and she couldn't even fathom sleep yet.

So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.

And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.

[open, i am bored.]

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This wasn't Luke's floor but he had taken to the whole not sleeping thing lately (not that he looked it) and he kinda wanted to move around a bit once he realized all the loud kids were gone.

"Hey," he said once he spotted Katniss. "Can't sleep?"

"Nothing new," she said with a slight, answering smile. "Karla gave me some tea to help but mostly it seems to chase off my nightmares. It's still a trick actually falling asleep."

She gave him a slight once-over, noting, "And how are you? Other than still alive, which I'm glad to see."

"Thanks," he said with a smile as he sat down in an armchair. "I can't sleep either. Which isn't exactly new for me as well. Wandering around seemed like a better option than laying in bed awake."

"You could always try warm milk or whatever," she said, a little bitter. "I hear that works for most normal people."

Yeah, she knew they weren't normal people.

"That actually sounds pretty disgusting," Luke said, wrinkling up his nose. "But I guess I'd be so busy throwing up after I drank it that I wouldn't notice I couldn't sleep."

"Yeah, I'm really not sure why it's supposed to be so soothing, but I used to be fond of warm goat's milk as a child," she offered, watching that for reaction. People here usually thought that was pretty gross.

"That used to be pretty popular back in the day," Luke shared, not too bothered by it. "The god Zeus where I'm from was raised on goat's milk. He was so appreciative of the goat that nursed him that he placed her among the stars into the constellation Capra."

He paused for a moment. "Mythology is about the only thing I get nerdy about, sorry."

"Did that really happen?" she asked curiously. "It's hard to tell -- you call it myth, but it sounds like it's real where you're from."

"It is real where I'm from," Luke said with a nod. "But here it's myth. According to the mortals in my universe it's myth. Probably for the best--nobody wants to think there are all powerful beings with huge flaws roaming around. People only want to believe in gods who do only good."

"Or no gods at all," she said, because Katniss was optimistic that way. "Scary to think there's anyone controlling our lives and they let these kinds of things happen to people."

"They leave most mortals alone," Luke said helpfully. "In most of the old stories gods usually only torture mortals when they do something stupid like claim they are prettier than a goddess or more talented or whatever. Their egos bruise easily."

"So if I claimed I'm a better hunter than your...hunting god, they might come down and mess with me?" Katniss asked curiously. "They're awfully insecure."

"Oh Artemis would definitely come down here and try to put an arrow through your head," Luke said with a nod. "Once this lady with a ton of kids bragged that she was more fertile than Artemis's mother and Artemis and her twin brother Apollo killed all of the woman's children."

Edited 2011-11-15 06:09 (UTC)

You'd have to forgive Wes for having mixed feelings upon spotting Katniss in the common room. On the one hand, girlfriend. Girlfriend out in public instead of being upset. On the other, he'd sort of made a complete idiot of himself in front of her the other day and was maybe regretting his every word.

Conflict!

"Hello," he said anyway, bringing a mug of tea over to the couch to sit down next to her.

"Hi," she said, smiling slightly. Katniss was more concerned about what Wesley had said rather than what he'd done -- some of his words had lodged in her tiny seven year-old brain. "Are you still mad at me for trying to push books off your desk?"

Wesley smiled. "No, I think I can forgive you," he said, glad to have her choose a topic that wasn't... well, the other thing. "Though one of the books you dropped actually turned into a human last year. I'm sure he's very hurt."

"He can tell my bow all about his very hurt feelings," Katniss replied. "They can bond."

"I'm sure they'll make excellent friends," he decided mock-seriously.

"My bow was much more fun than I am," Katniss said with a nod as she reached for his hand, tracing her fingers over his knuckles. "He'd knock some life into your book, I bet."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Wesley said, smiling and watching her fingers on his hand. "He certainly gave Rilla's hat a bit of a challenge."

"Rilla's hat probably copped an attitude," Katniss said knowingly.

"She certainly did," he agreed teasingly. "Frankly, your bow should've been there to keep the peace."

"My bow was more interested in running around outside and making me get some color," she replied, shaking her head. "He wouldn't have been much help."

Wesley had to smile at that visual, part of it coming from the fact that a year ago, Katniss might have even stood a chance to enjoy it.

"And he was a better hunter than I am, I trust?" he teased.

"An elephant might be," she said, seriously, though a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "And possibly more subtle, too."

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