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Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

Natalie had a hangover. It was not the very first time, but it was still a pretty novel feeling. Which is why she'd revelled in it all morning. That, or she'd been waiting for the painkillers to kick in while batting Mox away when he decided to check if she was dead or something, since she hadn't gotten up at the usual time. And also, he'd wanted to get fed.

By the afternoon, though, Natalie's nausea and headache had both mostly gone away. (Unlike the phone number written in black marker on the back of her hand. She hadn't managed to scrub it off entirely yet. Yes, she remembered whose it was, and no, she wasn't intending to call it.) She made it to the common room and got the coffee going while looking in the cupboards for anything appetizing.

Other were welcome to the coffee, too, but it would probably still be best if they didn't talk too loud.

[ooc: Open common room!]

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"You look like you had just the right amount of fun," Emily said as she helped herself some water; she didn't need the coffee.

"I look like a person who slept in," Natalie replied mildly, and she was right. Mostly.

Except for the smudged phone number on the back of her pale hand, of course. "But thank you for the concern, or something."

"I would be concerned if you were crawling your way to the coffee machine. I guess I have to work on my compliments," Emily mused as she started to look for something to nibble on.

"I don't really care much about compliments, anyway," Natalie said, her tone dry, as she found herself a mug for her coffee. "So it's usually best not to judge your skill by my reactions."

Emily considered this for a moment in silence, until she found an apple. Well, whatever, an apple would do. "I could see that not working well, yeah," Emily said as she washed the apple. "Why's that anyway?"

Natalie was getting a modest amount of cereal. This kitchen area was so very nutritious this Monday afternoon.

She barely shrugged a shoulder. "Compliments just aren't important to me."

Emily fought a completely ridiculous need to learn Pilates as she pealed the apple with a knife. She better found some junk food, and soon.

Emily had no idea of how to reply to that, other than honestly, of course. It felt like the proper time to stop talking about that. "So where was the party?"

"It was Saint Patrick's Day," Natalie pointed out. "The party was everywhere on the mainland."

Although she specifically had been at a random pub she could no longer name.

"Still getting used to that," Emily pointed back, although she had honestly expected a far more obvious answer, like Caritas. Thanks God she didn't get that for an answer. "Haven't seen much of the mainland yet, personally."

"As far as I can tell, it's pretty generic American." Please excuse Natalie, she was from Canada. And a rather special kind of Canada, at that. "It's okay, I guess. But I don't really go out much."

Emily shrugged. "I guess that makes me a pretty lame American then." You had little time for parties when you spent most of your time locked up in one way or another. And her short bout between juvie and Takeda hadn't been as lengthy as she had hoped.

"I've noticed the people in the island tend to travel to other worlds more often than into the mainland," Emily said thoughtfully.

"Well, we all come from different parts of the multiverse," Natalie drawled, pouring milk into her cereal. "Some of us want to go home to what we're used to."

"After this, my ordinary life is going to be...well, ordinary. The only thing worst than having your life made is having your life made and knowing there's a lot of cool things out of your reach," Emily said as she munched down her apple. "You want to go home?"

Shrug. "Occasionally."

She came from a world that different in some subtle and other non-subtle ways, meaning she was rarely a hundred percent comfortable in Fandom. But she wasn't going to elaborate on that.

"Do you have like, magic and aliens back home?" Emily asked, wondering just how many people came from plain boring worlds like her.

"No," Natalie said. And failed to elaborate because screw elaborating, that's why.

It was possible the remains of the hangover were making her even less eager to share things. "Do you?"

"Oh," Emily said, slightly disappointed. She didn't press on though.

"No, we don't have any of that," answered easily as she started to look for something more substantial than an apple. "Hence why things are going to be boring in the future," said even when she knew that was a lie.

"Things are only boring if you let them," Natalie drawled, wandering over to a table to take a seat by it. "Often it says more about you than your surroundings."

Emily kept finding apples. Dammit. "Maybe I should just stick around, or take a trip to other world and get lost, I don't know."

It wasn't without surprise that Emily realized she was being at least partially honest. "But you're right about that."

"Plenty of worlds are lovely this time of year." That was sarcastic. True, though, probably. "Not sure how many of them make as little sense as Fandom, though."

Emily knew sarcasm when she heard it, but yeah, it was most likely true. "The less the better, I'd say," Emily pointed out as she gave up and decided to stuff herself with apples.

"It's a little disorderly for me," Natalie volunteered. It wasn't really saying much, but youhad to take what you got with her. "Sometimes. But it's been pretty quiet lately."

It hadn't taken long for Emily to realize that the fact Natalie wasn't giving her monosyllabic answers was probably a good thing already. "I guess the faster you wrap your head around the fact most things that are fantasy in your world are fact here, the better you'll deal with it. Hmm, calm before the storm, maybe? I'd hate to jinx it though," Emily ventured as she bit on an apple.

"You have to be a force more powerful than one person to really cause anything to happen," Natalie noted, factually. "But we are about due for another BDE or something."

It wasn't a term most other people on the island would have used, no. Natalie had plucked it from past the fourth wall.

"BDE?" Emily asked, eyebrow raised. "Sometimes I feel like I need a guidebook."

Natalie waved a hand.

"Nothing you need to worry about."

Well, the event itself probably would be. But not the term.

"Yes, that's reassuring. Basically Disaster Everywhere?" asked as she tried to come with more meanings.

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