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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit.

And so it was that a heavily armored butt hit the sofa. She sighed, took off her helmet, and pulled her ponytail free from where it had been wedged against the lower plates.

She set the helmet down on the table. Then she glanced furtively into the hallway, ensuring no one was there before she produced a thin volume from somewhere between the plates. There were hearts on the cover. And swooning.

Shh. She didn't want Gwen to make fun of her again.

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Being up and about for a few hours now, Laura had taken the time to run a few laps around the island, as well as scouting the place for optimal places to do... things. Hide. Stalk people. Vantage points. Coffee shops? That kind of thing.

Entering the common room to find someone in full plate... well, there were weirder things.

"Good morning", Laura said, nodding as she moved to serve herself some water. She didn't seem to notice the book, or mind it at all.

Cassandra... would tuck it behind her against the sofa regardless. Cough. "Good morning," she echoed, tilting her head.

New student? Apparently so.

Laura blinked at the book hiding. "I can leave if you prefer to read alone."

Like, totally offering that, knight-lady.

"Don't be ridiculous," Cassandra muttered, "This is a common room. It is open to all."

Cassandra was just terribly stupid.

Leaning on the kitchen counter, Laura looked at her plainly. "I like your armor." It looked like the real deal, not the sort of thing men imagined women wearing.

"It is the traditional armor of the Seekers of Truth," said Cassandra, who thought such men were ridiculous and did not generally pay the idea any thought. "It is built to withstand not simply physical blows, but also magic."

"Impressive." A magical armor sounded very practical. "So you deal with magic users more often than not?" She would omit the fact she had no idea who the Seekers of Truth were for now. Her question made it obvious anyway.

That was something Cassandra was used to. Even in her own universe.

"A portion of the time," she said. "The Seekers of Truth exist to police the workings of the Chantry, a... I suppose one could call it the church, in this world, if that makes any sense to you personally. There is one arm of the Chantry that deals with guarding the mages. We frequently deal with them."

"Templars?" Sounded like it, but she couldn't be sure. "And mages. So it is a different world."

"Templars, yes," Cassandra said. Now she wondered if this one had spoken to Anders. "And indeed. I've yet to find any evidence that this world knows Thedas."

She hadn't, and it probably wouldn't matter much anyway. "I do not know of anything that goes by that name here, so you would be right." And she came from some sort of medieval setting. Wow.

"Has it been difficult to adapt?"

"In some fashion, yes," Cassandra said. "The local culture is... unusual. And I am unfamiliar with many of the devices that are used. It is also strange that there are relatively few dwarves and elves here, and no Qunari. But this is not difficult to adapt to. Merely strange."

"Unfamiliar how?" Maybe she could be of help here; Laura knew a good deal of things she failed to apply, or simply didn't care enough to try.

"What are Qunari?" They sounded annoying.

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Lucille studied the girl. She didn't recongize her, but that was true for most people still.

"Good morning," she greeted with some reserve.

Laura was halfway her first glass of water when the other girl greeted her, so she just nodded as she finished drinking. She was dressed in your usual running attire; skintight leggings and top, with running shoes (obviously). All black, obviously. Despite the weather outside, Laura looked a bit worked up, cheeks bit redder than her skin color.

"I am Laura," she added as she filled her glass again. "Nice to meet you." Just going through the paces.

Those... clothes. If Laura was the kind of person who paid attention to such things she was being judged.

"I am Lucille," she replied.

She absolutely wasn't. Her everyday clothes were all leather, black jean and different Goth-related things that she had been picking up ever since she left the Facility. Some of it still reflected her... less respectable days.

"You are one of the new students too", Laura said, a statement more than a question. "Have you had classes yet?"

That was direct.

"I am," she confirmed, making no effort to be polite herself. "And I had a class yesterday. What about yourself?"

Laura had the subtlety of a foot claw to the face.

"Me too", she said. "What do you think of the island? I am still trying to make up my mind about it." Laura had the suspicion they came from radically different places, time periods, whatever, but they were similar in the sense they were still new. There had to be some similarities there.

"It's strange," Lucille replied neutrally. Crossed the room and opened one of the cupboards to see if she could find some tea. Withour looking at Laura, she asked:

"And are you from another world?"

"Strange, yes." Laura nodded even if she wasn't into view.

"Everyone here is from another world." But she realized the question was a bit more specific after finishing the sentence. "My world is relatively similar, at least in the time period. Yours?"

Lucille found a box of tea and opened it, sniffing its content. It smelled acceptable, but for some reason the tea was packaged into small paper bags.

"I am from 1885," she said. "And so it is difficult from me to judge if this is another world or just the future."

"The year is 2016. Society advanced at a good pace during the twentieth century." So she was in the same world, just a different version.

And she was sniffing at the tea, from where she was standing. What kind that was? It smelled nice.

Lucille held upp one of the small bags, frowning a little. "So I've noticed."

"You put it in hot water and it filters the species inside. I suppose you are more used to tea leaves." Which was still a valid method, just not one Laura thought she would find on the kitchen area of a high school dorm.