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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Toby hadn't been affected by this weekend's weirdness, but he'd had a vague idea something was up even before this morning's radio broadcast.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, so he ordered a couple pizzas and set himself up in the common room. Food usually drew people, after all, and he figured that, at least, was bound to stay the same regardless of any weirdness going on.

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Lenore was not interested in pizza. She had taken care of that particular problem right after sunset, with a quick trip to the woods.

Poor little teal deer; it didn't ever see what was coming. (Also, Lenore could now aver that deer blood was as disgusting as the cow or pig kind.)

She'd come back to the dorms because it seemed the friendliest place to crash, and paused in the common room. "Hey," she said, a bit awkward. "So do you belong here, or are you another weekend guest?"

"I belong here," Toby frowned. The girl... kind of looked like Tara, but was different in a few key ways. Like the hair, for one. "I take it you, um. Don't?"

"A world of no," Lenore said, dropping into a seat. Her body language was very different from Tara's -- far more confident, for a start. "This girl Karla said I should be able to go home tomorrow or so."

She smiled, politely and with lips closed. "I'm Lenore."

Veronica smelled food. So despite how she was supposed to only consume a limited number of calories per day, she followed her nose up the stairs, and stopped in the door of the Common Room, wary. "Is there any vegetarian?"

Had Toby been paying better attention, he probably would've clued in to the fact that this wasn't actually Kenzi already.

Unfortunately, he wasn't, so Veronica got a greeting of "Hey, Kenz. There should be, yeah, second box..."

"Toby," he smiled back, since this girl seemed nice enough. Curiosity getting the better of him, he tried to 'listen' with his other sense and got- nothing. Just a blank wall where her surface thoughts ought to have been. Odd. "That sounds about right, from what I've heard. In the meantime, there's pizza?" he offered, gesturing to the boxes.

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Lenore perked up at the word, hoping she meant vegetarian the way she was and not, you know. Regular vegetarian.

She was pretty sure the girl was human, though, just skinny and pale. Dammit.

"It looks like it," she said. "Haven't tried any myself. Hi."

Veronica glanced behind her, then raised an eyebrow. "Who are you talking to?" Then she strode forward and took some pizza, carefully falling into a seat with a little sigh.

"Thanks," Lenore said, "but I just had the hugest dinner. Couldn't eat another bite."

And she should not be thinking about how tasty the people in the room smelled, nope.

"Y- oh," Toby realised. "You're not Kenzi."

"Hi." Veronica looked her over, and decided no, not another ballerina. So she could afford to be polite. "Thanks. I can't afford any extra calories this close to the auditions." She took a bite and sighed happily. "You're not a dancer, are you?"

"Who's Kenzi?" Veronica was already taking a bite of the pizza, and looking around for the television remote.

Lenore snorted. "Nope. Always had two left feet. You're into that?"

"Very," Veronica confirmed. "I'm going to be prima ballerina before I'm thirty if it kills me. Or someone else." She probably sounded a little happy about that.

~~So her thoughts are okay to pick up on? I was not suuuure!~~

"Well, if you're sure," Toby said, a little dubious because who turned down pizza?

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"My girlfriend," Toby explained. "She's- she could be your twin sister, basically. Looks a lot like you."

"Hopefully nobody will end up dying over it," Lenore said. "But that's cool, that you have a dream. Good luck at the audition."

~~Whatever makes more sense to you! I'm fine with her being read.~~

Someone full of disgusting deer blood, that was who.

"Thanks for trying to feed us?" Lenore offered, with a shrug. "I'm picky."

If he pushed, she'd take a slice and play with it.

That got Veronica's attention, and a frown as she considered this new guy. "I'm Veronica. Not Kenzi." Her glance wasn't quite hostile, but definitely wary. "I don't have time for a boyfriend. I've got too much to do. Does this Kenzi dance?" Another rival?

"Thanks," Veronica smiled, looking pleased with herself. "So, what are you into?" Veronica was focused enough on her dream to not care where she'd been all weekend, that's how intense she was about it.

Lenore shrugged. Talking to humans was weird. "Uh ... self-improvement, hanging out with my friends, I'm kind of a night owl. I read a lot. "

"Mmmm." Veronica took another bite of pizza, nodding. "Self-improvement. Like working out?" All roads lead back to dance.

"Yeah, I'm starting to realise that," Toby told her. "I don't- think so?" Well. She might've at one point, actually. "But seriously, the resemblance is pretty uncanny," he pulled out his cell phone and flipped to a picture of Kenzi, making a goofy face at the camera. "See?"

"More for me, I guess," Toby said with a shrug. "So are you doing okay, with the whole being-somewhere-new thing?"

Veronica stared, leaning forward. "Okay, that's just insane." This girl had her face! Agh! Unnerved, Veronica sat back, blue eyes fixed on Toby. "Where is she?" And how to avoid her? Or maybe confront her! Wait. What did she want to do about this? ... it might be useful....

Lenore shrugged.

"I'm not used to being on my own," she said. "I miss home. But ... you deal. It's easier now that I know it's safe and probably not forever, or anything."

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Cara was drawn upstairs by the smell of food cooked by someone else. Hopefully indoors there'd be less near nudity like there'd been at the beach. That had been...distracting.

"Hello?" And who knew, maybe in here was someone who knew where they were.

"More like avoiding old bad habits," Lenore said vaguely.

Well, if he understood what was going on correctly, Veronica had kind of- taken Kenzi's place. Which meant, actually, he had no idea what that meant as far as where Kenzi was. "I don't know," he admitted, trying not to show how worried he was.

"Hunh." That was disappointing. "So. How long have you two been dating?" Maybe this girl was a cousin, or a stalker or... seriously, she was going to have to talk to her parents. So annoying.

"I hear you. Quitting smoking was a bitch," Veronica said frankly. "But I don't regret it. You just have to do more of what you love that isn't bad for you." Dancing! Always dancing!

"Hey," Toby greeted. Another girl who looked familiar, but he was quickly discovering that meant pretty much nothing today. "There's dinner, if you want some," he offered.

Toby nodded. "There's definitely worse places to be," he offered with a smile.

"A while, now?" Toby grinned, a little goofily. "She's great. Um. Not that you aren't, I'm sure, but. You know." Way to babble there, Toby.

"Thank you," Cara said with a smile, which should be Toby's second clue this was not the Cara he might be used to (the first being the hair and the dress). "It smells good."

Yes, she thought Toby had cooked it.

Veronica shot him an amused look, and drawled, "It's okay, I know I'm amazing." She tilted her head. "That must be nice. You two don't compete at anything, do you?" That was what made dating a dancer just about impossible. And those were the majority of the guys she met.

Not that they'd spoken all that much previously, but he'd shared enough classes with her to recognise that the dress and the smiling were definitely not normal-Cara behaviours.

"I can't actually take credit for making it, if that's what you're thinking." Because he knew that's what she was thinking. "I just placed the order."

"Oh, you know, the occasional friendly competition, but nothing serious. So- dancer, huh? Sounds intense."

"It can be." Veronica nibbled very delicately. "Rehearsal every day. Careful diet. Strength training." She stretched her neck. "But I'm going to make it." She favored Toby with a small smile. "You just have to know what you want." She gave him a whimsical smile. "What do you want?"

Completely normal for this Cara without the childhood traumas though. "Still you didn't need to do that."

Toby shrugged. "It was no trouble," he assured her. "In fact, I had a bit of an ulterior motive. I was looking for company and thought the promise of food might draw some out."

[ugh, sudden headache means i am crawling off to sleep. sp?]

"Me?" Toby was momentarily taken aback by the question. It wasn't really one he got asked all that often. "I don't know," To find out the truth about my past. "To help people, maybe?" he didn't sound terribly sure about that.

[headache = sleep. sp?]

"Hmmm." Veronica didn't get the hesitation. Or, well, helping people. But that wasn't her problem, was it? "Plenty of ways to do that, I suppose," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

[np at all w/sp!]

"That's sneaky," Cara teased, all but giggling. "And it worked in this case."

[Stupid bloody public holiday train timetables. SP is good!]

"I'm glad," Toby grinned. "I'm always up for meeting new people...?" he left that hanging, so that Cara (or not-Cara, or whoever) could introduce herself.

"Oh, I'm Cara," she said, remembering she should introduce herself. Stowecroft wasn't that large, even if people didn't know her, most of them at least recognised her by sight.

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