Fifth floor common room [afternoon]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

After a very peculiar conversation with a hyperactive chubby woman on her way back from the bakery, Rilla now found herself in 1940s garb with her illegitimate son Jims in the common room, looking through a newspaper that had conveniently appeared in order to apply for jobs in a munition factory.

Everyone had to pitch in to defeat the Nazis!

[OOC: so open.]

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[tigerundercover]

Raven had actually spent most of yesterday hiding out and reading (the literature of the future was so good!), and as such, hadn't really noticed the elevated level of weirdness on the island, just yet. But she was feeling slightly more gregarious than usual, so she went out to look for someone to hang out with.

"Hey," she greeted Rilla with a smile. "I like your outfit." It was a touch old fashioned to Raven's eye, but totally cute, nonetheless.

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Rilla beamed at her. "Thanks! A very nice woman in town told me it would suit me so much better than my other dress."

Because no one could tell World War I from II, apparently.

[tigerundercover]

Well, they were totally almost the same thing, after all. Big old wars against Germany.

Raven dug in the refrigerator until she found something suitable to eat (yogurt, which Raven didn't even like, normally, but it was coded female by modern society, so she had to eat it) and sat down to dig in while she talked. "I think it's really cute. Very modern."

Not even a little.

"What's that you're reading?"

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"Today's paper," Rilla said, holding up a paper that had the date of "1942" in the masthead, so...no.

"I'm looking for a job back home."

[tigerundercover]

"Oh. . . ." Raven frowned. "I thought you were from earlier than that."

She ate another spoonful of yogurt. Huh. It tasted a little strange. She looked at the container.

Must be because it was Greek.

"You're going home?"

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"Just for work," Rilla said because that made sense. "What are you eating? You don't seem pleased by it. Is it because of all the rationing?"

[tigerundercover]

"You're going to commute to 1942?" Raven hadn't quite caught on to what was going on here, no. "I don't know, I thought it sounded good when I looked in the refrigerator, but it tasted funny and now my mouth is kind of going numb."

Also, her hair was turning red.

Welcome to a convenient mutant allergic reaction that did nothing other than make Raven lose control of her powers.

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"Your hair is changing colour," Rilla observed, frowning.

[tigerundercover]

Raven's eyes went wide. "Don't be silly," she tried. "That's impossible."

She reached up to touch her hair, and spotted blue on her hand out of the corner of her eyes.

"Um."

Don't panic don't panic don't panic.

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"Are you all right?" Rilla asked fretfully.

[tigerundercover]

"Fine!" Raven squeaked. Literally, as her vocal cords randomly changed shape. Now her eyes were turning colors.

She'd run away, but that would cut the drama/humor of the situation short, so the author had her stick where she was.

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"YOU'RE BLUE!!!!!!!!"

In case that had maybe escaped Raven's attention.

"Well, I'm never eating yogurt in my life."

[tigerundercover]

"I don't know what happened!" Raven's voice was now pitched an octave lower. Her vocal cords were seriously wigging out. "I can usually control it much better than this!"

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"... Am I supposed to be wearing vintage clothing?" Patrick asked when he walked into the room. He wasn't the most fashion-forward individual, but he was at least in striking distance of the right century.

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"Not unless you want to," Rilla said, "but I only have dresses and I don't think they'd fit you."

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"No, I'll pass," Patrick said. "There are enough people dressed like girls on this trip already. Because they are girls. But still."

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"Well, girls should dress like girls," Rilla agreed. "Pants are unladylike unless you're working in a munitions factory and in that case being ladylike isn't as important as supporting the boys at the front!"

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"Girls don't support me that much, and I'm usually in the back," Patrick said. "But I guess I can still get behind that."

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"You're a shirker?" Rilla said, frowning severely. "Our country needs every able bodied man at the front!"

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"I'm a high schooler," Patrick pointed out. "Wait, you think I'm able bodied?" It was the nicest thing a girl had ever said about his body.

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"Like no one's ever fibbed a bit about their age at the recruitment station," Rilla said.

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but lying's a sin, so..." Patrick said. He was totally trying to use Rilla's canon characterization to his advantage.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Touche, Patrick.

Rilla bit her lower lip. "But it's so important that we're not all speaking German in six months!"

[fandomfanboy.livejournal.com]

"I'm from the present and I hate to give spoilers, but the only German word I know is bratwurst," Patrick said. "Also, everyone you know speaks English. Including the people from space!"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That is strangely convenient," Rilla agreed.