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5th Floor Common Room | Afternoon

It looked to be a pretty nice day outside. At least that's what Felicity's phone had told her. She wasn't about to check on it herself because...bugs. And the sun put a glare on her tablet. Also the chance of skin cancer if she stayed out there too long. And she was really focused on perusing the pantry for the right kind of cookies to suit her mood. So that'll take awhile.

Somehow just admitting to herself she'd rather be indoors wasn't an option.

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Four was taking the time to investigate Emma's claim that the food in the common rooms was free for the taking right now.

He walked in (wearing black, of course. He didn't have anything else) and gave Felicity a little nod in greeting.

"Uh, hi," she said. "There's Doritos."

Smooth.

He furrowed his brow. "Are those like Cheetos? Loki told me about Cheetos."

"They're like Cheetos in the sense that they allegedly taste like cheese," she said. "But I think the similarities stop there."

"I didn't really love the Cheetos," Four admitted. "Hello," he added. "I'm Four."

"I'm Felicity," she said. "Do you come from someplace where processed foods don't exist?"

Like some hippie commune in California or something.

"Sort of," Four said. "They're all genetically modified, but we don't have a lot of extras. Dauntless has cake!"

He was still a little excited about that.

"I have no idea what a Dauntless is but cake is always good," Felicity said. "Well not always. You probably shouldn't have it for breakfast."

"Dauntless is my faction," Four explained. "My society is divided into five groups: Dauntless has the best treats."

"Five groups?" she asked. "Based on what?"

"Based on what we believe was the reason for humanity's failure."

Such a cheery subject, Four.

"In Dauntless, we think people weren't brave enough, so we strive to do better."

"Ah." That seemed completely ridiculous but okay. "And that's working for everybody?"

Because it seemed completely ridiculous.

Four found an apple and bit into it. "It's worked for generations," he said. "We're divided into Abnegation, who think people were too selfish; Amity, who think people were too cruel; Erudite, who think people were too stupid; Candor,who think people weren't truthful enough, and the Dauntless."

"Everything's that simplified?" Felicity questioned. Then she shrugged. "Well, hey, if it works then I guess it works."

"It works," Four said, nodding.

For now, at least.

"What's your home like?"

"Pretty normal. For me, I mean," she said. "I guess that it doesn't help you at all to hear that."

Not at all.

"It's a big city. Kind of a high crime rate but other than that it's just...a place. Where people live."

Yeah she was no good at explaining this.

"What kind of city?" Four asked. "We only have ours--everyone outside our borders is gone."

"Starling City, it's on the west coast," she said. "It's your typical city. A lot of crime, like I said. Kind of has a problem with the rich doing everything to stay rich and screwing the poor over in the meantime."

"We don't really have rich people," Four admitted. "...or money."

"Probably for the best," she said. "They tend to be jerks."

Or at least that's what they were like in movies. She hadn't had much experience actually being around rich people yet.

"We tend to corral our jerks in the Candor faction," Four said with a very tiny smile.

"That seems useful," Felicity said. "Just keep them all in one spot to be jerky at each other."

"They call it being honest. About everything. All the time. Whether or not you asked," Four said dryly.

"I can see how that would end badly," she said with a nod. "There is a time and a place for tact."

Though she could learn to use it more often.

Jalian normally would be outside, but after that drink thing last night, she'd gotten horribly ill, and still wasn't feeling very well. She was at this point doing her best to be upright and to find some water.

It didn't keep her from nodding briefly (and carefully) to her roommate as she entered.

"Hi," Felicity greeted. "How're things?"

"I am never drinking that again," Jalian declared as firmly as she was able. She wasn't entirely sure which part of it had been responsible, but she definitely wasn't having one again.

Even if it had been pretty delicious.

"Drinking what?" she asked.

"It was a..." she stumbled over the strange word, "frappuccino?"

"Oh. I happen to be a fan of those," she said. "But I guess they're not for everybody."

No, you were weird for not liking them.

"Not for me," Jalian agreed. "It tasted good," she added wistfully.

"It tasted good but you're never going to drink it again?" she asked.

"The taste is not worth the sick," Jalian answered, with a bit of a disbelieving look. Did she not look as bad as she felt?

In all fairness Felicity hadn't known her for that long so she couldn't really tell. "Maybe you're lactose intolerant."

Jalian frowned. "What is that?"

"Means you're allergic to milk-based products," she explained. "Did you fell all gassy and/or pukey after you drank it?"

Jalian shook her head. "Milk does not make me ill. What else does it have?"

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