3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders had spent most of the last 36 hours researching every possibility he could think of to get to LA and try to save Kathy, and kept coming up empty. There were no portals, no magic, no nothing he could see working. And with the island off floating in space, it wasn't even as though taking the cauhseway to the mainland and trying to hitchhike across the continent was an option.

His mind was too exhausted to spend any more time turning over those possibilities, so he went to the common room and turned on the television. It was on the cooking channel; chefs were competing to make a main course using hard-boiled eggs, mango chutney, lobster and something green. His stomach growled at the spectacle, and he abstractly wondered how long it had been since he ate properly.

He'd fix that. Eventually.

[OOC: Open CR, open post. Anders' last open post on the island until July, not that he knows that yet.]

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[thatwaslucky]

She didn't even have to think about it. "Yes. Perfect. That sounds amazing."

And as the microwave door closed and it started heating up, she called, "I'm absolutely not picky, either."

Food was food and you ate it.

[not_every_mage]

"That makes two of us," said Anders, who was also largely in camp food-is-food. He pulled out his phone and ordered a large pepperoni pie, finishing just as the pops from the microwave began to die down.

"I'm Anders, by the way," he told Rey. "In case you want to be formally introduced before sharing your popcorn."

[thatwaslucky]

"Rey," she said with a smile, waiting for the last few pops so she could open the door. "I'd have shared regardless, though. You seem trustworthy enough."

[not_every_mage]

"I'm absolutely trustworthy," Anders nodded, and went to the fridge for some soda. "About sharing food, anyhow."

[thatwaslucky]

"You realize I have to ask you what you're not trustworthy about," Rey pointed out, pulling the bag out to shake it and get it all buttered up correctly. She may be new, but she'd learned how to do this right. "Assuming I can trust you to tell me, anyway."

[not_every_mage]

Anders laughed. It was good to have a silly conversation with somebody new.

"I do magic," he said, shooting a grin over his shoulder. "I figure that makes me a little tricky by default."

[thatwaslucky]

The concept of magic wasn't really new to her anymore, but it was still novel. "What kind of magic?"

[not_every_mage]

"Healing and fighting, mostly," Anders answered. "Not the kind where you're pulling things out of hats."

He glanced the girl over. "What about you, any powers?"

[thatwaslucky]

"No," she said, opening a cabinet to get a bowl. "We don't have anything like that where I come from. Just stories."

[not_every_mage]

"That's still a little weird to me," Anders ventured. "But it seems like there are more places like your world than like mine."