4th Floor Common Room

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Paris had successfully popped microwave popcorn (no horrible scorching smell! You're welcome, rest of the fourth floor!) and settled onto the sofa for a mostly unproductive evening flipping channels until she found a decent documentary.

What she discovered--on every channel--was some sort of singing competition where people in huge, masked, costumes sang and the judges guessed who they were? Or something?

"What fresh hell is this?" Paris demanded to the universe at large, slumping onto the sofa with extremely poor grace.

[OOC: I am bored and have never seen even one episode of this show. Mod with great abandon!]

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To think, it Kat had come scavenging for food half an hour earlier, she might have missed catching this show.

"This is only more evidence for my theory about the drugs in our water supply," she decided.

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"On this island or just in general?" Paris asked. "Because I'm kind of convinced I've been taken from my normal life and dumped into the stupidest possible timeline. Donald Trump is President. Of a country. In real life."

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"The guy from the tabloids. Yeah. I keep trying to reject that on the basis that it's stupid."

It wasn't working, but it was so weird.

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"I argued with people for a few months because it couldn't really be 2016 when I arrived," Paris said with a heavy sigh, holding out the popcorn to share. "This place sucks."

[heinous_bitch]

Kat took a handful, even if she regarded her a little warily. "And 'when' are you from?"

She was still having a hard time with the time thing. Because she hadn't been played enough to get used to it.

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"2003," Paris said. "I'm convinced that's why my college acceptances are taking forever, but I'm not going down to the post office to bug the girl who works there. I report on her shift and she's got enough trouble."

[heinous_bitch]

"You're trying to get college acceptance letters from 2003?" That hadn't even occurred to Kat, and was maybe something she didn't want to think about too hard.

Because it also meant admitting she was here from another time, and that was weird.

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"If I apply in this time and no one has heard of my father, grandfather, and so on forever at Harvard, I'll look like a liar if I say I'm a legacy," Paris said.

[heinous_bitch]

"Ohh, you're one of those," Kat said knowingly.

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"I am," Paris said, smiling and not even a little ashamed. "My family's gone to Harvard for five generations."

[heinous_bitch]

"So what, you have to go?" Kat asked.

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"Basically," Paris said, nodding. "Or else I've brought shame upon my ancestors or something. I'm Paris, by the way. Hi."

[heinous_bitch]

"Kat," she said, tilting her head. "Why would your ancestors cared, most of them are dead."

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"Oh, they'd glare at me from the portraits in the house." She quirked up an eyebrow. "Because we're that pretentious, yeah."

[heinous_bitch]

"And then you flip them off and go about your day." Easy!

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"I have never once thought about doing that," Paris admitted. "Huh. I really should've."

[heinous_bitch]

"Try it. It'll make you feel better," Kat advised.

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Paris grinned. "Well, Mom might've sold them all or burned them in a ritual fire--though that's a little 'much' for her--since I've been here. Ugly divorce. She got the house. There have been...changes."

[heinous_bitch]

"If she got rid of them in any way, it sounds like she'd be doing you a huge favor." Also it was creepy to have those up. It just was.

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"Plus ticking off Dad, so win-win," Paris said.