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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

After getting back to Fandom at long last, Jessica had a checklist of things to do. Her bounty hunter blaster was safely stored in the weapons locker. Her pajamas were hidden at the bottom of her hamper where hopefully the smell would be stifled until they could get washed. Her new clothes were also in the hamper, but were less terrifying, smell-wise. The chainmail shirt was hanging up until she figured out whether or not chainmail ever got washed. And most importantly, she showered. A lot.

But that was all done with. Now the most important thing was food. She ordered pizza and plenty of it for anyone who might be needing some regular food about now. And then, after turning the TV on to... well, whatever was on and could serve as reasonable background noise, she grabbed her tablet and started going through all of her SHIELD e-mail from the past week. And boy, was there a lot of SHIELD e-mail....

[OOC: Welcome back, everyone! Open, of course.]

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"You didn't waste much time getting out and about again," Jim said when he wandered in. He'd just been pacing his room so he figured he'd go take his restlessness elsewhere for awhile.

"And you don't look any worse for the wear," he observed, frowning when his stomach rumbled at the sight of food.

"Well, my food budget hadn't been touched in a week, so I figured I'd splurge. And it would be rude to just keep all of this in my room and not share," Jessica said. "And trust me, I looked much worse until I spent a while in the shower getting every last bit of dirt and robot-spider oil out of my hair."

"Attractive," Jim said dryly before taking a seat and suppressing a yawn. "Had a fun week, didn't you? Got yourself lots and lots of stories for the grandkids?"

"If I ever have grandkids, they're not hearing anything about this. I'd be sent off to a home before I finished the story," Jessica said. "How'd you make out there? It looks like you made it through with all of your parts intact."

"I'll live."

And repress everything insanely as he was wont to do.

"I tended to end up in places that were wet. Underwater freak lands, flooding boats, you name it. I'm water logged."

That hadn't stopped him from getting a hot shower, though. "Interesting little trick this place pulled out of its hat."

"Yeah, it's above and beyond anything I've heard about in Fandom before," Jessica said. "At least now we know that literally any crazy thing is possible."

"I don't know if that's comforting or not," Jim said, shaking his head. He stretched his legs out and took comfort that he wasn't stretching out on some cold floor. That was nice.

"You know if everyone made it back?" Jim asked carefully. "And before you get smart, I don't mean like a roll call. I mean -- "

What did he mean? "Did you see people that you know had...been gone during the week?"

"As far as I can tell, everyone made it back. Alive," Jessica said, stressing that last point. "Even the people who disappeared from the dungeons."

"Oh. That's good." There was a little more tension that he could let go of even if he had yet to see Topher or Bo. He'd have a look tomorrow.

"It'll be good to sleep in a real bed tonight," Jim sad after a moment. "Maybe mess with Jackson a little tomorrow and not worry about getting buried underwater or in some shelled out Earth."

"No vampires or dinosaurs aside from the ones we normally have. No mocking suitcases. If the next week is even remotely normal, it's going to feel like the best week ever," Jessica declared.

"Ugh, the suitcases." Clearly, they'd visited the same room that day. "I think one of those things broke my freaking toe."

No, it'd just been a bruise. He was just being melodramatic. "Though, I did find some halfway decent soup cans in one of those packages. Obviously, the whole thing was worth it just for that!"

Yeah, that was sarcasm.

"I got a new argyle sweater vest from one. It was actually my size, too," Jessica said. "I think I'll wear it from time to time when I need to be reminded of trauma."

"Masochist," he said, sounding amused. "I took some clothes off a dead guy. That was unpleasant. But, I dunno, I didn't really want to walk around in my boxer shorts in a place like that."

"It could have been worse," Jessica said. "You could have been wearing less than that to start with. There were probably a few people like that. Not in my camp, thankfully."

"Yeah, I heard one of the camps was full of naked people," Jim replied with a snicker. "And that makes it sound like you don't like naked people, Jessica! How concerning."

"It's true. I prefer people to be clothed if I'm going to be spending a lot of time with them," Jessica said. "It's my secret shame."

"You can't make exceptions for the nice looking ones?" he teased. "Come on, you gotta!"

"We're in Fandom. Everyone's nice looking, even you," Jessica teased. "It's at the point where no exceptions can be made without a complex ranking system, and that's too skeevy for me."

"Aww, look at you with the compliments," Jim joked, smirking. "I do look nice though, that is true."

Egomaniac. "If it helps though, I wasn't really in the frame of mind to see naked people constantly this past week either. For once, nakedness had to take a backseat."

"A backseat that you couldn't see because it was clothed," Jessica joked.

"I see that place didn't damage your sense of humor," Jim remarked with a snicker. "I don't know how I would have dealt with life if it had. Would've been a gaping hole."

"Jokes are how I cope," Jessica said. "I'd be lying if I said there weren't a few times when I actually shut up for a while, but now that we're back? It's all smartassery until I've repressed everything I need to."

"How much are you gonna be repressing on a scale of one to ten?" Jim wondered curiously.

"A solid ten for one thing," Jessica admitted. "Everything else is maybe a three or four. Most of it was dealable."

Sia had showered (twice), brushed her teeth (twice) and changed clothes (once), and while there hadn't been a time in there that she hadn't looked pretty pulled-together, at least she felt it now. And with her damp-hair pulled back into a bun for the moment, she came upstairs, and found she could check off the next thing on her to-do list.

"You may have just become the favorite person of everyone in the dorms," she said, not sure that was an exaggeration. It'd depend on who made their way in here rather than crashing.

"I'm just doing my part to help my fellow man," Jessica said. "Sit. Eat. Relax."

"I can do two of those things," Sia said, taking a piece of pizza before sitting down. "Part of me still wonders if this isn't some fake room we walked into without realizing it."

"If whatever did this can make a room that gives me both plenty of pizza and a horrific backlog of e-mails, they're the most devious person who ever lived. Because those are on exact opposite ends of good and bad, and that would take talent," Jessica mused.

"It would be the false hope room," Sia said. "I've yet to check my messages. I'll have to explain this somehow when I do."

"I don't buy that. False hope wouldn't involve this much e-mail," Jessica said. "I may not sleep for a couple days as I try to answer all of it. And I hadn't even thought about how to explain it. Crap."

"I can't help with the explanation," Sia said, "but I'm sure you will sleep. Probably when you least expect it, after this...week?"

She'd lost her sense of time, maybe.

"It seemed like about that long. I wish I had gotten a calendar in one of those suitcases," Jessica said. "It would have been a big help."

"I'm not sure it would have helped me," she admitted. "The first few days I was fine, and after that I couldn't tell whether I was tired because it was the end of the day or because I was fighting things and not eating and sleeping badly."

"You see, that's where being an Earth teenager with my hobbies actually comes in handy," Jessica said. "That actually sounds suspiciously like my life back home, only in a dungeon. So it wasn't too tough for me to adjust to that schedule."

"You may need to reevaluate how you spend your time," Sia said with a little smile. And don't mind her going for a second piece of pizza under the circumstances.

"You're right. I need to add more dungeons, just in case," Jessica decided.

"I will never visit you there," Sia said with a nod.

"They'll be nice dungeons. LED lighting, some nice artwork, actually gets cleaned a couple times each millennia...." Jessica said. "You'll be missing out."

"I might have to for a while," Sia said. "I'd like to live a dungeon-free lifestyle for at least a couple months."

Considering her next time in a dungeon wasn't going to be great, either, she should probably extend that statement.

"I guess that's fair," Jessica said. "But I'll Instagram some pictures so you can see how nice it is."

"I don't even know what that is," Sia said gratefully.

"It's a thing where you take pictures and make them worse before sharing them with everyone you know online," Jessica explained.

"...Yes, I'll definitely get that so you can show me dungeon pictures," Sia decided.

She was maybe a little grateful for Jessica after something like this week, because conversations like this could happen.

Conversations like this were the best way to cope!

"Just warning you, you will have to put up with me taking duckface pictures of myself wherever I go. It's the downside of the whole thing," Jessica said.

"...Duckface?"

Sia just had to stop asking questions.

"You'll know it when you see it," Jessica promised.

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