Room 312, Sunday morning

[blondecanary]

For a week without monsters or various magic since Monday, it'd still had its fair share of weird. Talks with Merlin and Cal being the weirdest. Talking with Leto hadn't been un-weird either. Or signing up for whatever team Arthur was putting together. Still, Blysse-- no, Firekeeper-- was back, and seeing Simon yesterday had been nice

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[time_flyer_5]

How was Jen for a distraction, hanging halfway through the open doorway and looking almost plaintive?

"How sad is it that I'm almost wishing for something weird to happen?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah tilted her head back in her chair to look at her upside-down for a second, then said, "And Priestly calls me an adrenaline junkie." Then she swiveled around to grin and say, "Although I totally get it, so sign me up for the Sad Panda team. I just want to get through Finals, then I'm hoping for something else. C'mon in!"

[time_flyer_5]

Jen entered the room as bidden and dropped into Dinah's desk chair. "It's making me nostalgic for the days when my life was an entire string of weird things one after the other. That shouldn't happen."

[blondecanary]

"What is, the quiet?" Dinah asked, putting her keyboard aside and unfolding herself enough to pick up Camille, who'd stalked over to inspect Jen's shoes. "Or impending graduation?" She grinned a little. "Graduated! Woo!"

[time_flyer_5]

"Graduation." Jen groaned. "Yeah, that too. I'm not ready to leave. But here I am, not knowing what to do with myself on a nice, quiet, peaceful week where we aren't being invaded by something or other, getting twitchy about it, and wishing I was back in Silver Hills dealing with the escaped mutant criminal of the week and trying to monitor all the suspicious activity going on in the city from a drafty old clock tower."

[blondecanary]

Dinah stared. "You lived in a clock tower? Really? For serious?" The rest of it she kind of got anyway, but-- "I live in a clock tower."

[time_flyer_5]

"No way," Jen said, both eyebrows shooting up in amused surprise. "Hope yours wasn't as drafty and run-down as mine was."

[blondecanary]

"No, Barbara's got it extra-fixed-up, high tech, gym, computer lab, everything else... the view's great from there, if you step out of the Clocktower onto the ledge, you can see all of New Gotham below you." She grinned, resting her chin on her hand. "Which, well, that's why we were there, I guess. Location, location. Senior superhero picks the lair. Why were you guys in a rundown one?"

[time_flyer_5]

Really, she had Jen at "high tech." "Oh, lucky," Jen said enviously. "We were lucky we got basic TV reception up there. The building was Wes's father's, and Wes, um, took the liberty of loaning it to us as a base of operations. Mostly because yeah, we could see all of Silver Hills from there. And it was pretty much abandoned. We ran an odd jobs business out of the first floor to pay for food, and . . ."

She trailed off and looked at Dinah quizzically. "I'm going to use my training in deductive reasoning to guess that you guys needed the view for the same reason we did."

[blondecanary]

Dinah blinked at her, then turned red, and said, "Yeeeeah. Uh. I didn't tell you, did I?" Jen would get it, and she was graduating and wouldn't pass it around, so. "There's a lot of very, very weird metas in New Gotham. And Helena's dad set up this huge trust fund to fight them, so... Not exactly an abandoned building, but same reasons, same approach?"

[time_flyer_5]

"Same reasons, same approach, different kinds of funding and details," Jen said with a matter-of-fact nod. "Don't worry. I get the low-key thing. I won't mention anything."

. . . low key for someone who'd regularly piloted a skyscraper-sized robot through the streets.

[blondecanary]

"Thanks," Dinah said, smiling in relief. She was quiet a minute, then had to ask: "Did you ever get anyone who could turn into clay? Or walk through walls?"

[time_flyer_5]

"Not us, but that sounds like an MO someone had to deal with in my world's history," Jen mused. "We did have one guy who tried to kill us all by trapping us in action film genres, though."

[blondecanary]

"Like, inside the film?" Dinah asked, trying to picture this. "Or inside your heads? We had someone who did that."

[time_flyer_5]

"Inside the film," Jen confirmed. And proceeded to grin like a dork. "I got to be in a kung fu movie. That was cool."

[blondecanary]

"Oooooooo!" Grinning at her, Dinah asked, "Were you the mystic warrior or the apprentice or the mysterious stranger?"