Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[nottrivial]

Alec had more Chinese food than any human really needed and the TV was stuck.

The TV was stuck on a show that seemed to be mainly about teenagers who lived in a house together and did stupid things, to be specific. They didn't seem to like each other, and the ones that did like each other had very odd ways of showing it; none of them seemed to have jobs or any obligations outside of going to the beach, drinking, and fighting with each other; and the camera regularly zoomed in the face of one of the girls, whose face was a color not typically found in nature and certainly not found on the average person's skin.

Alec... didn't understand it at all. Not the show itself, not the appeal of the show, none of it. But the TV refused to turn off, so he stared blankly at the screen as he ate his Chinese food, missing aaaall the jokes and becoming increasingly annoyed with the characters. As you do.

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[nottrivial]

Alec didn't quite follow the logical leap there -- or, in fact, the anthromorphizing of the island in the first part of the sentence -- but he let it go with only a slightly puzzled look in her direction.

"I noticed," he confirmed. "Similar interests, maybe."

[walkswithcoyote]

He'd get the whole anthromorphizing of the island soon enough. As for the other, well... it was something to say, though she had to admit as an opening gambit it was fairly weak.

"Probably. Or a willingness to get our butts kicked. I have a feeling Kenneday and Ser Jaime are going to be pretty tough on us."

[nottrivial]

"Oh?" Yes, Mercy. Do fill him in on their reputations.

[walkswithcoyote]

She didn't really know anything specifically, but...

"Well, Kennedy's a vampire slayer. And she's still alive, so she's got to be pretty tough. And she's amazingly fast as we saw yesterday, so I'm guessing she'll expect a lot from us. And I took a course with Ser Jaime's brother and I've read a fair amount of history, so..."

[nottrivial]

Alec suppressed a disparaging noise in response to the 'Vampire Slayer' thing. He knew all about how to slay a vampire. Knew how to slay demons, too, and those were the ones that actually merited the work.

"I guess we'll see," he said, though yeah, he had yet to be all that impressed. "I don't think it'll be too hard to keep up."

[walkswithcoyote]

She raised an eyebrow, a little surprised about what she was smelling, but then, maybe he was used to this sort of stuff back home. It's not like she knew that much about him after all.

"I'm not so sure I will with Kennedy's," she admitted.

She wouldn't be killing vampires or getting rid of demons for another 15 years or so herself afterall.

[nottrivial]

"Does grading here tend to be all that strict?" He'd be surprised if it did, honestly.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy shook her head. "It's not the grades," she admitted. "It's just... It's stupid, but I worry I won't do well enough at this sort of thing."

And by werewolf standards, she would never quite cut it.

"But I guess as long as I do my best and keep working at it, well, hopefully I'll keep getting better."

[nottrivial]

"Training helps," Alec offered. "I know there's a training room somewhere on campus. Probably a gym, too. You could practice there."

[walkswithcoyote]

She nodded. "Yeah. I run every day, and do some weights and stuff." But it's hard when you were used to counting on shifting if there was a problem.

"Maybe someone teaches a martial arts class in town."