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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

It was time for a quiet night in for once, Johnny figured. He'd been out a lot recently, mostly not even doing fun things. Well, superheroing was fun, but not fun. You knew what he meant. He hadn't taken a night to just enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Speaking of simple, not only was The Buonarroti Cipher on TV, it also had commercials, which helped break up the stupidity. He was as excited as somebody could possibly be for catching a several year old so so movie based on a book he had no desire to read on basic cable.

So he plopped down on the couch, ordered some pizza, and got to enjoying Tom Hanks try to take any of this seriously.

[OOC: Hi, I haven't posted a CR in what seems like forever. I blame Fall.]

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Cosette had a book under her arm and had been intending to settle in on the common room couch to read, but she was perfectly willing to roll with it when she found the common room already occupied and the television on.

"Good evening, Johnny! Oh, is this a good movie?" she asked cheerfully as she took a seat, laying her book down beside her.

"'Good' is a tricky word," Johnny mused as he nodded a greeting. "'Entertaining?' Close enough. 'Successful?' Yep. 'Well acted?' Sure. But 'good?' Kind of? The more important thing is that it's on."

"Good seems to be largely a matter of opinion when it comes to this sort of thing, I've found," Cosette said thoughtfully. "I'll consider myself satisfied if it amuses us well enough for an hour or two. Have you seen this one before?"

"A couple times, if I stumble across it and don't have anything bette to do," Johnny said. "I remember when my sister read the book and hated it. The movie came out, and not only did I have more fun with the story than her, I was also done in a couple hours. Laziness won again."

And that was the magic word that made Cosette light up with three times more interest. "Oh! There's a book about it?"

Cosette, no.

"A few of them. But I'm warning you, they're not good. And that's not me saying that. That's my brainiac sister," Johnny warned. "So carpe bookum. Reader beware."

"That isn't real Latin," Cosette chided, teasing. "But I shall take your point into consideration. "I may read them anyway, just to see, but I promise I will do so with caution."

"That's all I ask," Johnny said. "And it was totally real Latin. It's just a dialect that not many people know. Because I made it up. Right now. But it's totally real."

"If you say so." That was completely Cosette's 'I'm indulging you and making sure you know it' tone of voice. "Should congratulations be in order, now that you've successfully revived a dead language?"

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"I prefer celebrations to congratulation, but I don't think we have enough people for a party," Johnny said. "I may be forced to drag you onto the dance floor anyway. It's just the way too small parties go."

"I suppose that would have to do," Cosette said with mock resignation, "seeing as I haven't enough time to make you some sort of trophy. Or a cake. I'm not sure what sort of cake would be appropriate for that kind of celebration anyhow."

"I like chocolate, so I think that would work," Johnny said. "But I'll always take dancing with a pretty girl over cake, so that's moot anyway."

Unless the cake had a pretty dancing girl in it. That would be a different story.

Cosette, assuming he meant in the abstract, nodded thoughtfully. "I'll make sure to make chocolate cake for you for next time then, how's that?"

No, it would not have a dancing girl in it.

"So dancing is off the table?" Johnny checked. "In that case, the cake would be fine. Unless you change your mind about the dancing."

[OOC: Sorry for not replying earlier. Work was hectic.]

"I didn't realize you were asking," Cosette admitted, "but if that's so I wouldn't turn you down. I should warn you I'm not much good at it, though."

[OOC: No worries!]

"Neither am I, but that's never stopped me. Which you probably could have guessed," Johnny said. "Instead of dancing around like a couple of dorks in a common room, would you have any interest in going out and seeing how bad we really are? I promise to be a gentleman."

"Yes, and I shall hold you to that," Cosette informed him. Granted, she still didn't have a totally concrete idea of what exactly 'being a gentleman' implied but she got the general gist of it.

"Are you free this weekend? I know a couple clubs on the mainland that are teen-friendly and amazingly not-sketchy," Johnny said. "And in case you're not aware, being not-sketchy really is amazing."

"I visit my father on the mainland often, on weekends," Cosette answered, and even if she knew that might not be a cool thing to admit she didn't care. "But I won't be this week, as he's away on business of some sort. He won't tell me what kind."

Oh, that wacky escaped-convict secrecy.

"So yes, I suppose that means I am."

[[Sigh, the cat has been demanding attention all night and keeps knocking things over if I try to do anything else . . .]]

With Johnny's daddy issues recently, he wasn't going to judg anyone for spending more time with their father. Unless the father was an evil supervillain, maybe.

"How's that for timing? Clearly this was meant to happen," Johnny said with a grin. He was choosing not to think evil supervillain when she mentioned the vague business trip, ven though that was a natural assumption for him. "And now I'm officially looking forward to the weekend."

[Darn that cat!]

Well, if you asked that one police inspector . . .

"As am I. It will be something new," Cosette said cheerfully. Indicating her clearly nowhere near modern outfit, she added, "I shall have to find out what to wear, or I'm likely to draw attention to our poor dancing skills."

Kaylin still found television fascinating and more than a little perplexing. "Is this real or one of the made-up things?" she asked curiously from the doorway.

Why was she on the third floor? Who could say?

"It's a made up thing that nutty people think is based on real things," Johnny said. "But don't listen to them. The David statue doesn't have any secrets carved into his butt."

"Oh." Kaylin considered that for a moment. "Good. I think. I can't say I ever worried about the... David statue? I don't even know who he is."

She watched a moment longer. "How can you tell when a television thing is real and when it isn't? It all seems pretty unbelievable to me."

"Well, the first clue is that if you see Tom Hanks, and he's not saying, 'Hi, I'm Tom Hanks,' it's fictional," Johnny said, pointing Tom Hanks out to be helpful.

Kaylin laughed, which made her look much more her age. "This is the first time I've seen him, so I'm guessing that won't be much help."

"It's just the first of many rules. But memorize his face. Dude's really good and he's in a ton," Johnny suggested.

"I'm not terribly good with rules," Kaylin admitted. "Unless I need to know them to be a Hawk. But I'm good with faces, so it won't be hard to remember his."

"I'll call them guidelines, then, so you won't feel bad about breaking the stuff I make up off the top of my head," Johnny joked.

"Oh, you're making them up," she said, instantly feeling much better. "I thought - well, never mind. I shall try to remember your guidelines. Anything that helps me understand this odd world is appreciated."

"To be fair, the Tom Hanks thing is a great guideline, but it's not like anyone's ever written that down in a book or anything," Johnny said. "And if they did, they're ridiculous and I don't want to give them any money for their books."

Kaylin grinned again. "I wouldn't read it anyway. Reading is something I've only just learned and I don't do it any more than I have to."

Sorry, Cosette, if you're listening.

"Welcome to the club of people who don't read unless they have to," Johnny said. "And as far as I'm concerned, reading celebrity gossip counts as 'has to.'"

"We don't have anything like that in Elantra either. None of your newspaper things. If something happens word gets around pretty quickly."

Her forehead furrowed as she considered. "I'm not sure we have any celebrities. Those are really famous people, right? Well, there are always rich people or those well known for exploits in battle, of course."

"I can hardly tell myself half the time," Cosette told her, commiserating.

"It's very odd, isn't it?" Kaylin said. "So much here doesn't seem to make sense."

"At first, no. No, it certainly doesn't," agreed Cosette. "There's so much to get used to, all at once! I've nearly been here a year, and I'm certain I haven't figured out half of it yet."

"I'm glad to hear it's not just me," Kaylin said honestly. "It's so strange. Most things seem so much more advanced than back home, but then, they don't use magic for things. Back home even the poorest people have magical lights and such."

"I don't think we've got magic at all in my world," said Cosette, and yes, she sounded a little bit sad about that. "But I sometimes still feel as though electricity and all the inventions they've come up with since my time may as well be magic. Is it very commonplace where you come from?"

"I've never seen anything like electricity," Kaylin said. "But magic, yes. That's how our lights work and the mirrors we use to communicate and store records. And there are many many people who can do magic. Some only a little and some a great deal."

"That sounds delightful!" exclaimed Cosette. "It's a good thing we've magic enough here on the island, or I imagine you might have felt even more lost when you first arrived, going from that place to one without any magic at all."

"It actually makes my skin itch," Kaylin admitted. "It's nice not having to constantly use magical door wards - those things don't like me at all."

"Oh." Cosette gave her an apologetic look for assuming. "It sounded like such an exciting idea, it never occurred to me that it might not agree with you. But then, it doesn't sound like much fun to be at odds with doors."

"I guess I can see why you'd find it exciting," Kaylin said. "It is handy at times, but it's so normal to me that I don't think too much about it, unless it's the bigger stuff. I don't know why it bothers me so much. It doesn't seem to bother anyone else."

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