2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

[cypher_can_fly]

Was something scheduled to happen today? Owen didn't have a clue! He had been here for all of several days and he'd only gotten attacked by anything the measely once, thanks for that, Aphra. He appreciated the vastness of the amount of free food available here, so far, and the relative quiet of having only one roommate and a decent roof over his head.

It was going to get boring. He was well aware of that. But not today.

No, today he was taking full advantage of his newfound luxury.

"All right, I have no idea what at least half of these things are," he said gleefully, eyeing the various canned food products he'd removed from the fridge and placed on the coffee table in the middle of the common room. "Anyone want to help me find out?"

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[cypher_can_fly]

"Do you know this one?" Owen asked, holding up a can of... mango chunks. "It jiggles a bit in the can, is it supposed to do that?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"It's canned fruit," she told him. "I think when it doesn't jiggle, that's when you have a problem."

[cypher_can_fly]

"But what kind of fruit?" Owen asked. While... using the can opener to open it. "It's like a little surprise."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"The important question is, do you want the surprise jones for you?" she asked.

[cypher_can_fly]

"That's an interesting question," Owen mused. "What if I'm an allergic? ... Ah, you wouldn't be able to tell me if I were, you say. But perhaps I have a horrific allergy to all citrus. Or perhaps people from my home 'dimension' can be easily killed by purple fruit."

He was taking this different dimensions thing in stride even if it killed him.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I can't tell you, but I can assure you that we have a very good clinic if your throat swells up," she said.

[cypher_can_fly]

"Will you carry me if we go there?"

Ah, there went the lid.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I can call you a rickshaw," she says easily.

[cypher_can_fly]

"Oof," Owen said, clasping his chest. "That hurts, it does."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Life hurts," she said. "Got a name?"

[cypher_can_fly]

"Owen Corley, and I am inconsolable right now," Owen sighed, dropping his hands. "And who are you, oh... murderer of hearts?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I usually answer to Sabine. Scared people less than being a murderer of anything," she said.

[cypher_can_fly]

"Ah, yes, a wise decision," Owen said, nodding a lot. "How long have you been here, Sabine?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"A year now. Which is just long enough to think you have a handle on this place, only to be completely surprised when you find out that's wrong," she answered.

[cypher_can_fly]

"People do keep warning me for terrible and unimaginable things."

Owen, don't sound so chipper. If you sounded chipper about everything, people were going to stop believing you were, in fact, chipper.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Terrible, not always. Unimaginable... probably," she considered. "You at least don't usually see it coming."