2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, look. Sometimes Dante still hung out here - especially when people were cranky with him for playing guitar all through their morning nap. (And maybe because this was the last week he'd be coming here at all, with grad coming up. But hush.)

He'd brought a pizza or two with him, setting them down on the coffee table in case someone else was hungry. Satisfied with his set-up, he leaned back, acoustic in hand, and gave the strings a good strum.

Did anyone really need an acoustic rendition of several of the hellektro-genre's biggest hits? Probably not. But they were getting it anyway.

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[thatwaslucky]

“That depends on whether Portalocity cooperates,” she admitted. “If it does, I’ll be going back home like normal.”

[rebelseekspizza]

"You got stuck here, huh," Dante said. "Harsh."

[thatwaslucky]

"It's okay. I'm sure I'll get fixed soon."

She was basing this on... not much. Relentless optimism.

[rebelseekspizza]

"If the island's done with you," Dante said, wincing.

[thatwaslucky]

"It has definitely had enough time with me," Rey said firmly.

[rebelseekspizza]

"How long have you been here?" Dante asked.

[thatwaslucky]

"Two years," she said. "That's long enough."