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Second floor common room- Monday evening

Any concerns Maddie had had about giving up her powers had been nicely put to rest by actually turning completely intangible over the last week. She couldn't talk, she couldn't touch anything, and she'd spent most of her time worrying that she'd just dissipate into nothing.

So today, powerless Maddie was taking advantage of soda and pizza that had just been delivered, because naturally when you got your body back you filled it with things that were bad for you. She was even flipping channels on the remote just because she could actually push the buttons.

[Open! Have pizza.]

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Vider popped into the first common room she found someone in to ask, "Quick question. What day is it?" She was still carrying an overnight bag and garment bag slung over her shoulder, but she'd taken the time to stow her spear in the weapons locker before she realized something was...off.

"Monday," Maddie said, and for clarity's sake added, "March 31. Why?"

Vider had to take a few moments to mentally convert that to her calendar, concluding, "I've lost eight days somewhere in transit." She set her things down where she thought they probably wouldn't be stepped on, the garment bag with more care than the other, and came over to fling herself onto one of the sofas. "Do you think they'll fail me?"

"Doubt it. Things got pretty crazy at the end there. I think they'll give everyone some leeway for a few days," Maddie assured her. "Where were you?"

"Bright Home, for Baldur's Feast," Vider told her, remembering to add, "It's a religious event." Explaining why they'd wanted her there would probably be bragging. "So what did I miss? Things seemed to be pretty out of sorts when I left, already."

"Well, I missed the end of it," Maddie said. "But all these random things started invading, there was lava in town, the dorms got hit by a tidal wave, everything was terrible, but they fixed it so I think things are good now."

"Sounds like someone had angered the gods," Vider observed. It was a perfectly logical observation, if you were her. "Perhaps it's for the best I was out of town. Is that pizza?" Asking the important questions, that was Vider.

"Yep. Help yourself. There's soda, too," Maddie said. "And I'm not sure if they angered the god so much as broke time and space." It happens.

"That does sound like something that would happen here." Vider eyed the soda offerings hopefully. "Is there honey soda?" She knew the answer was probably 'no.' But she had to ask.

"No. But I need this in my life immediately," Maddie decided.

"Sometimes you can find it in the store in town, but only sometimes. It's what we drink at home," Vider explained. "It's really delicious. I don't know what a 'cola' is or if it's supposed to taste like that." She selected a slice of cheese pizza. Some of the other pizza toppings she wasn't so sure about.

Vider was kind of picky, yes.

"It's definitely supposed to taste like that," Maddie told her. "Unless you get Mexican Coke, which is made with real sugar, and then it tastes better. Just a tip."

"Is this not made with real sugar?" Vider grabbed one of the sodas. "Corn syrup?!" This explained so much. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but you people are weird."

"I know. Sorry. I apologize on behalf of all of us for our additives."

She was totally serious, too.

"I don't know how to pronounce half of these things," Vider admitted, squinting at the tiny print on the soda.

"I don't think anyone does," Maddie told her. "That's why I don't look. Makes it easier to live in ignorance when I need a caffeine fix."

Cosette might have kept on going up one more floor to her room, but the smell of pizza lured her in.

"You don't mind if I have some, do you?" she asked from the doorway. She knew that was generally the rule around here with food in common rooms, but the other her would have just pounced on the food without waiting for an invite, and she felt the need to remind herself that she was back to normal.

"Go for it. There's too much for just me," Maddie said. "There's soda too, if you want."

"I don't think I'd mind. Thank you." Cosette helped herself to a slice, poured a cup of soda, and came over to sit on one of the couches while she ate. (Every now and then, after a sip of soda, she'd let out a surprised little giggle; she still wasn't used to how it tickled her nose.)

"Everything's so much quieter today, it's almost strange," she remarked. Funny how that happened when there weren't dinosaurs stampeding everywhere. "I don't mind at all, though."

"It's nice to not fear for our lives or... universes, or whatever," Maddie said thoughtfully. "I like the quiet. At least for a while, till the next crisis rolls in."

"Of course. There's always another." Cosette frowned a bit and brushed pizza crust crumbs off her skirt. "Wouldn't it be nice to have some warning before the next one, though!"

"Right? Especially if it's going to last a while. Some of us have plans," Maddie said. And added, "I mean, not me, but I'm sure other people do."

"I don't either, if it helps," Cosette told her. "I'm never entirely sure what people mean when they say that, though."

"What, plans?" Maddie shrugged. "I don't know. People are probably getting ready for graduation, at least."

"I don't mind either," Vider put in. "Though it's not mine."

"It might have been, if not for me eating it," Cosette said lightly. "But I'm glad you don't mind anyway; I'd hate to feel as if I were stealing food."

"Stealing something just means someone should have watched it better," said the Lokiskin girl inside the berserker. "Or you needed it more. Anyway, I'm glad the delivery people always send too much."

"Surely they must have noticed by now that they're sending an absurd amount of food for just one or two people. Do you think they just don't care?" asked Cosette. "At least it doesn't go to waste."

Because high school students.

"Maybe it's a competition thing," Vider mused. "To persuade us to order from them and not the other restaurants."

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