Day Eleven - Ed's Arrival
Who: Edward, Bobby, Morgan
Where: Dorms, cafeteria
When: Morning
Rating: G
Status: Completed; IM Log
Summary: Edward arrives, bumps into Bobby, gets the gist of the place. They venture to the cafeteria, have some breakfast. Ed sees a girl he thinks he knows, but is mistaken; Bobby offers to show him around town.
Edward: After awaking in a bed that was not his own, Edward read the ... odd ... note that was waiting for him. Bemused, and in his pajamas, he wandered out into the hall to have a look around and see what there was to see.
Bobby: Bobby stifled a yawn as he stepped out into the hallway, still stretching. He rolled his shoulders as he headed for the stairs, but there was someone standing in the hallway that seemed - to him, in his pre-OJ sleepy daze - to look new. "Hey," he greeted him casually.
Edward: He turned towards the voice, skeptically appraising the other boy. Whoever was picking people for their side must like them young. Not that he was any older, of course. "H'lo," he replied. "Been here long?"
Bobby: Bobby shook his head. "Just yesterday," he admitted before he started down the hall. "Your first morning?" he asked once he was within more comfortable speaking distance,extending a hand. "Bobby Drake."
Edward: "Edward Borodin," he took Bobby's hand and shook it. "And yes, my first morning." Since the other boy had only been here a day, he doubted he'd make much of a tour guide, then. "Anything I should be expecting on my first day?"
Bobby: Bobby really thought about that, then shook his head. "I couldn't tell you want to expect," he admitted. Then he wondered if the guy had gotten here in time to play the christmas game, then guessed not. "They... you'll probably want to check in, at the town hall, and ... kind of get to know the place and the people here." He was curious what Edward's power - or whatever - was, but he wasn't going ot just ask.
Edward: He made a thoughtful noise, unenthusiastic about the idea of getting to know the people here. Although, Bobby seemed okay and not annoying at the moment, so perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. "I think I need clothes that aren't pajamas before I do that," he decided; he should have looked around his room more closely, "and breakfast."
Bobby: "There's a cafeteria downstairs," Bobby said helpfully. "And the dresser in the rooms had clothes, but they were kind of ..." he hesitated. "Generic, I guess. There's money though, and shops in the business district," he continued, trying to be helpful.
Edward: Generic sounded okay. Cafeteria sounded dubious. "Is the food," he managed not to say dreadful and settled on, "any good?" Since he hadn't made it very far from his room, he turned back towards his door and pushed it open, motioning that Bobby could follow if he wanted and he assumed that he would, since there had been a question asked.
Bobby: "It's not bad," he agreed. "Better than public schools, anyway, and about what they were serving us at the Academy. There's a variety of it, too, but people here are all from ... different worlds." He did follow Ed, leaning in the doorway of his room.
Edward: He pulled open a drawer and decided the clothing provided was fine. "Where are you from, then?" He asked curiously as he unbuttoned his pajama shirt and changed into a simple t-shirt that was provided. Muggle clothing, but it would have to do.
Bobby: "From New York, on ... on a version of Earth," he said. "There's ... apparently a couple of them," he said before adding, "at least." He licked his lips a little, averting his eyes. What the hell was it lately with shirtless guys around him? Or was he just noticing it more? "Where... where're you from?"
Edward: "Earth as well. London," he replied, not noticing that Bobby might've been a bit uncomfortable. "Different Earths, really?" He wanted to ask if there was a Hogwarts on Bobby's Earth, but unless Bobby was a wizard, he wouldn't know. So, "Are you a wizard?" He glanced down at himself and frowned as he held up a pair of sweat pants, "Are these really any better than my pajamas?"
Bobby: "No," Bobby said, then realized that could be an answer to any question. "I'm not a wizard," he clarified. "There are some here, though. From different timelines, apparently. And yeah, different Earths. Or version of them. Maybe that's part of the timeline thing." He glanced into the room to regard the pants before he shrugged and grinned. "Not really."
Edward: "Huh," he replied curiously. "Is there anyone here who is the same person, from two different points in their life?" That would be interesting, he thought, in a creepy way. He tossed the sweats back into the drawer and decided this would have to do.
Bobby: "Not ... yet," he admitted. "But there are apparently some people who resemble other people. I met a guy who ... said there's someone here who looks like his best friend back home, but isn't." Bobby was curious now though ... what would happen if an older version and a younger version of the same person showed up?
Edward: "Suppose the universe must get a bit lazy and reuse our looks for other realities," he murmured, amused. "Breakfast?" He suggested. Briefly he wondered if Bobby had had other plans, but decided that if the other boy did, surely he would have excused himself by now.
Bobby: "Well, I guess when you get into the trillions ...eventually you're going to have to start repeating looks," Bobby murmured before he gestured Ed to follow him. "Are you ..." he hesitated. "You're a wizard?" Well, Ed had asked about them, kind of, and he'd mentioned London, and all of the wizards seemed to have accents.
Edward: He left his room, closing the door behind him and falling into step with Bobby. "Yes, from Hogwarts," there seemed to be no reason to be discreet here. After all, Bobby had already mentioned there were wizards present.
Bobby: "Think that's where all the rest of them are from," he said, then brightened a little. "Maybe someone you know will be here," he offered. Not that Edward exactly looked like he needed cheering up, but it couldn't hurt.
Edward: "Maybe," he replied, a hint of amusement in the word. Who did he know? Though it occured to him it could be someone from history that he knew of. That would be interesting. "If you're not a wizard, are you something else?" It seemed pointless to Edward to bring a ... regular person here.
Bobby: "I'm a cryokietic mutant," Bobby said before he lifted his hand, turning it palm up. He formed a few crystal spires of ice on his palm for a demonstration to Edward. "Ice creation and manipulation."
Edward: Edward looked genuinely impressed. "Nice," he replied, lifting a hand and prodding gently at the ice the other boy had created as if to prove it was really there. A brief grin touched his lips as he thought of how handy that would come in sexual situations.
Bobby: "Thanks," he said as he absorbed the ice back into himself. Down the stairs, he nodded toward the cafeteria. "Food's that way," he said. He did kind of wonder if Ed would find anyone in there he knew. He sort of hoped so - not because he wanted to ditch him, but because it would be nice to have someone he knew here.
Edward: "Thank you. You've been an excellent tour guide," he informed Bobby, teasing just a little bit as they headed for the cafeteria.
Bobby: "Well, we've all got to have a purpose," he murmured, grinning a little. He glanced around the cafeteria as they stepped in, and he spotted a few people that he'd seen around before - including Hank. He waved back when the furry blue mutant waved at him. Morgan was eating quietly at a table by herself, her head down, trying to make herself as unnoticable as possible. Acclimating was proving to be difficult.
Edward: Edward, usually not fazed by much, stared for a moment at the blue fuzzy ... man. "Where is the blue fellow from?" Because clearly he could not be from Earth. He sure had never seen a blue person before.
Bobby: "Same place I am," Bobby said. "He's ...from a different point in time, but he was at the Academy, too. He's a doctor. And a mutant," though he figured the last part went without saying.
Edward: "Interesting," he replied and then asked, "Has anyone been brought here not from earth?" Now that the blue guy thing was settled, his eyes swept the cafiteria and settled on ... Mina? Or a lazy universe copy of her. Sitting by herself was a very Mina like thing, though.
Bobby: "Yes," Bobby said. "I ... there's a dog here, actually. A talking dog. She's from Earth, but not originally." He realized how that must sound, and he grinned kind of sheepishly before he followed Ed's gaze. He wondered if Ed knew the girl. And he wondered if he should leave him be. Shrugging, assuming Ed would follow if he was inclined, Bobby started for the breakfast line.
Edward: A grin lined his lips as his eyes drew away from the girl who might be Mina; in a minute, he'd ask Bobby if he knew her, but the talking dog was interesting as well. "Can she shift?" He asked about the dog, getting into the line for food, "Like a werewolf?"
Bobby: "Not ... as far as I know, no." But speaking of wolves. "We do have a couple of werewolves here though. But last night was the full moon, so you wouldn't have to worry about them for another month," he assured Edward. Then frowned. "Not that there's anything to worry about. We were told they're safe."
Edward: He waved it off and shook his head, "I roomed with a werewolf in Hogwarts. I wouldn't worry." Well, assuming they were taking their potion, but surely if they brought werewolves here, they were smart enough to have the potion as well.
Bobby: "Yeah?" Bobby grinned. "I roomed with a pyrokinetic for a little while. No werewolves though. I'm not sure we even had any," he continued. "Or if we did, they were a better secret than mutants were."
Edward: "Wonder if you had wizards too," he mused thoughtfully. Or if they were from a different earth. He nudged Bobby then, and nodded towards the girl he'd been looking at earlier, "Do you know her?"
Bobby: Bobby turned his head to regard the girl, then shook his head. "I don't think I've even seen her before. Maybe she's new, too," he offered. "Do ... do you know her?" Or ... maybe she was just a look-alike.
Edward: "Possibly. I do or she just happens to look like a girl I went to school with." He had a brief moment of wanting to just yell her name across the cafeteria to see if she'd turn. But he'd get food first.
Bobby: Bobby nodded slightly. "Maybe she'll be someone you know," he offered hopefully, for Ed. He did glance to the girl, but she looked ... well, kind of scared to him. So either she was really new and afraid, or he was bad at reading people. He was starting to think it was the latter.
Edward: He seemed to be noticing the same thing Bobby was. "Perhaps," but she didn't have a Mina air about her. Of course, he could be wrong. "Going to have a closer look," he decided impatiently. After all, if it wasn't her, then he could excuse himself to get food. Nodding, he stepped out of the food line and made his way over to the girl.
Bobby/Morgan: "Sure," Bobby agreed as he went through the line to get breakfast for himself, carrying it to a table near Hank's, so he could still chat with him while leaving a seat open in case Ed's girl wasn't who he thought she was, and he wanted a seat. Morgan had mostly finished her breakfast, and was currently regarding a syrup-soaked square of pancake when she realized someone was coming over. Eyes widened in alarm as she lifted her head.
Edward: While that was a look Edward would not normally be surprised to recieve, he wouldn't expect it from Mina. Amusement flashed across his face as he stopped near enough the girl to speak. "H'lo. What's your name?"
Morgan: "Morgan," she said quietly, a little uneasily. "What's yours?" she replied in a mumbled, lowering her eyes back to her breakfast, trying to keep her breathing steady, and her heartbeat slow. Ice had assured her, repeatedly, that no one who belonged here would hurt her ... but one didn't just bounce back from a year of torture. Everyone was a suspect, as far as she was concerned.
Edward: "Edward," he replied, watching her closely. Was he going to send her into a panic attack. "You look like someone I went to school with. Do I scare you?" He asked bluntly, curious.
Morgan: Loaded question much? She shrugged one shoulder, though the fingers gripping her fork tightened a little, knuckles whitening. He didn't scare her - no more than everyone scared her - but they always asked her that. Before they hurt her. Are you afraid, little girl? She shuddered a little.
Edward: It was bizzare seeing her act so afraid while she looked exactly like Mina. "Well, since you're not the girl I knew," and he was too hungry to force a conversation on her right now, "I'll leave you alone. My apologies if I bothered you much." He nodded and turned to head back to the food line.
Morgan: She lifted her head once his footsteps had faded somewhat, and she watched him through the foodline before before she decided she was done here. Gathering up her tray, she put it on the wash line before she started toward the door, head down and hurrying a little.
Edward: After fetching his breakfast, he had a moment of uncertainty as to where he wanted to sit. Alone would have been his normal choice, but Bobby was all right. Perhaps he'd at least give getting to know people a shot. Shrugging to himself, he went to join Bobby at his table.
Bobby: "Guess that wasn't your friend?" he offered as Edward sat down with him. That was too bad; it would have been nice for Ed to have had a friend here.
Edward: "No. I believe I frightened her. She seems quite jumpy," he shook his head. "Guess you're stuck with me for a bit longer."
Bobby: "Ah," he said sympathetically. "Maybe she's really new," Bobby suggested. Though really, did jumpy, shy people have any place in a war? He wondered, then reasoned it wasn't any of his business, so he let it go.
Edward: Edward had no such qualms about it being none of his business, "Perhaps. Seems an odd choice, though, her being here." He was curious enough that he might try to find out more about her, if he didn't get distracted.
Bobby: Bobby had to nod in agreement. "Maybe she's just ... taking a while to settle in," he suggested, always willing to give the benefit of the doubt. It was kind of uncanny how Ed's words had mirrored his own thoughts, and he wondered a little if he read minds, too. But maybe not; it was a natural conclusion to draw.
Edward: "Could be," he agreed with a nod. "Or she has a talent that makes her nervousness worth it." He took a bite of his toast and shrugged. Maybe she wasn't involved at all. There were shops and such, right? Maybe she worked in one of those.
Bobby: "She could be a catalyst," he reasoned. Though he'd never met one, and didn't know exactly how a person would be one ... it was an option. Then he belatedly recalled something he'd read in one of the letters. "Or she could be that girl they rescued from Riverfell," he mused.
Edward: He opened his mouth to ask what, exactly, a catalyst would do in this situation, but Bobby's next words distracted him, "Ah, that sounds possible," he agreed.
Bobby: He nodded a little, and glanced to where she'd been ... though, frowning upon seeing her gone. Well, maybe she had things to do today. Or people to hide from. "So," Bobby said, venturing from that topic. "Do you want me to show you to the town hall? Or show you around or anything?"
Edward: He considered for a moment while he finished off a piece of toast then nodded, "Yes, I'd appreciate if you'd show me the town hall. And perhaps where I could get some pants," he smirked.
Bobby: "But sweatpants are the height of fashion here," Bobby teased him. "Pajama pants run a close second," he continued, grinning before he waved it off. "The town hall isn't hard to find, but I'll show you. And wait for you. And at least point you in the direction of the pants store."
Edward: "Ah, well, I've never been in the habit of being at the height of fashion so I wouldn't want to start now," he retorted. "You could point out the town hall, then show me the pants store and I bet I could find my way back to the town hall."
Bobby: Bobby supposed that made a good deal more sense, and he nodded his agreement. "Sounds good," he said. "Whenever you're ready," he offered; he himself was just about done.
Edward: He was close to done as well and he nodded after he finished his breakfast. "Ready," he confirmed, pushing up to his feet.
Bobby: Bobby rose, put his tray away, and helped Ed find his pants.
Where: Dorms, cafeteria
When: Morning
Rating: G
Status: Completed; IM Log
Summary: Edward arrives, bumps into Bobby, gets the gist of the place. They venture to the cafeteria, have some breakfast. Ed sees a girl he thinks he knows, but is mistaken; Bobby offers to show him around town.
Edward: After awaking in a bed that was not his own, Edward read the ... odd ... note that was waiting for him. Bemused, and in his pajamas, he wandered out into the hall to have a look around and see what there was to see.
Bobby: Bobby stifled a yawn as he stepped out into the hallway, still stretching. He rolled his shoulders as he headed for the stairs, but there was someone standing in the hallway that seemed - to him, in his pre-OJ sleepy daze - to look new. "Hey," he greeted him casually.
Edward: He turned towards the voice, skeptically appraising the other boy. Whoever was picking people for their side must like them young. Not that he was any older, of course. "H'lo," he replied. "Been here long?"
Bobby: Bobby shook his head. "Just yesterday," he admitted before he started down the hall. "Your first morning?" he asked once he was within more comfortable speaking distance,extending a hand. "Bobby Drake."
Edward: "Edward Borodin," he took Bobby's hand and shook it. "And yes, my first morning." Since the other boy had only been here a day, he doubted he'd make much of a tour guide, then. "Anything I should be expecting on my first day?"
Bobby: Bobby really thought about that, then shook his head. "I couldn't tell you want to expect," he admitted. Then he wondered if the guy had gotten here in time to play the christmas game, then guessed not. "They... you'll probably want to check in, at the town hall, and ... kind of get to know the place and the people here." He was curious what Edward's power - or whatever - was, but he wasn't going ot just ask.
Edward: He made a thoughtful noise, unenthusiastic about the idea of getting to know the people here. Although, Bobby seemed okay and not annoying at the moment, so perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. "I think I need clothes that aren't pajamas before I do that," he decided; he should have looked around his room more closely, "and breakfast."
Bobby: "There's a cafeteria downstairs," Bobby said helpfully. "And the dresser in the rooms had clothes, but they were kind of ..." he hesitated. "Generic, I guess. There's money though, and shops in the business district," he continued, trying to be helpful.
Edward: Generic sounded okay. Cafeteria sounded dubious. "Is the food," he managed not to say dreadful and settled on, "any good?" Since he hadn't made it very far from his room, he turned back towards his door and pushed it open, motioning that Bobby could follow if he wanted and he assumed that he would, since there had been a question asked.
Bobby: "It's not bad," he agreed. "Better than public schools, anyway, and about what they were serving us at the Academy. There's a variety of it, too, but people here are all from ... different worlds." He did follow Ed, leaning in the doorway of his room.
Edward: He pulled open a drawer and decided the clothing provided was fine. "Where are you from, then?" He asked curiously as he unbuttoned his pajama shirt and changed into a simple t-shirt that was provided. Muggle clothing, but it would have to do.
Bobby: "From New York, on ... on a version of Earth," he said. "There's ... apparently a couple of them," he said before adding, "at least." He licked his lips a little, averting his eyes. What the hell was it lately with shirtless guys around him? Or was he just noticing it more? "Where... where're you from?"
Edward: "Earth as well. London," he replied, not noticing that Bobby might've been a bit uncomfortable. "Different Earths, really?" He wanted to ask if there was a Hogwarts on Bobby's Earth, but unless Bobby was a wizard, he wouldn't know. So, "Are you a wizard?" He glanced down at himself and frowned as he held up a pair of sweat pants, "Are these really any better than my pajamas?"
Bobby: "No," Bobby said, then realized that could be an answer to any question. "I'm not a wizard," he clarified. "There are some here, though. From different timelines, apparently. And yeah, different Earths. Or version of them. Maybe that's part of the timeline thing." He glanced into the room to regard the pants before he shrugged and grinned. "Not really."
Edward: "Huh," he replied curiously. "Is there anyone here who is the same person, from two different points in their life?" That would be interesting, he thought, in a creepy way. He tossed the sweats back into the drawer and decided this would have to do.
Bobby: "Not ... yet," he admitted. "But there are apparently some people who resemble other people. I met a guy who ... said there's someone here who looks like his best friend back home, but isn't." Bobby was curious now though ... what would happen if an older version and a younger version of the same person showed up?
Edward: "Suppose the universe must get a bit lazy and reuse our looks for other realities," he murmured, amused. "Breakfast?" He suggested. Briefly he wondered if Bobby had had other plans, but decided that if the other boy did, surely he would have excused himself by now.
Bobby: "Well, I guess when you get into the trillions ...eventually you're going to have to start repeating looks," Bobby murmured before he gestured Ed to follow him. "Are you ..." he hesitated. "You're a wizard?" Well, Ed had asked about them, kind of, and he'd mentioned London, and all of the wizards seemed to have accents.
Edward: He left his room, closing the door behind him and falling into step with Bobby. "Yes, from Hogwarts," there seemed to be no reason to be discreet here. After all, Bobby had already mentioned there were wizards present.
Bobby: "Think that's where all the rest of them are from," he said, then brightened a little. "Maybe someone you know will be here," he offered. Not that Edward exactly looked like he needed cheering up, but it couldn't hurt.
Edward: "Maybe," he replied, a hint of amusement in the word. Who did he know? Though it occured to him it could be someone from history that he knew of. That would be interesting. "If you're not a wizard, are you something else?" It seemed pointless to Edward to bring a ... regular person here.
Bobby: "I'm a cryokietic mutant," Bobby said before he lifted his hand, turning it palm up. He formed a few crystal spires of ice on his palm for a demonstration to Edward. "Ice creation and manipulation."
Edward: Edward looked genuinely impressed. "Nice," he replied, lifting a hand and prodding gently at the ice the other boy had created as if to prove it was really there. A brief grin touched his lips as he thought of how handy that would come in sexual situations.
Bobby: "Thanks," he said as he absorbed the ice back into himself. Down the stairs, he nodded toward the cafeteria. "Food's that way," he said. He did kind of wonder if Ed would find anyone in there he knew. He sort of hoped so - not because he wanted to ditch him, but because it would be nice to have someone he knew here.
Edward: "Thank you. You've been an excellent tour guide," he informed Bobby, teasing just a little bit as they headed for the cafeteria.
Bobby: "Well, we've all got to have a purpose," he murmured, grinning a little. He glanced around the cafeteria as they stepped in, and he spotted a few people that he'd seen around before - including Hank. He waved back when the furry blue mutant waved at him. Morgan was eating quietly at a table by herself, her head down, trying to make herself as unnoticable as possible. Acclimating was proving to be difficult.
Edward: Edward, usually not fazed by much, stared for a moment at the blue fuzzy ... man. "Where is the blue fellow from?" Because clearly he could not be from Earth. He sure had never seen a blue person before.
Bobby: "Same place I am," Bobby said. "He's ...from a different point in time, but he was at the Academy, too. He's a doctor. And a mutant," though he figured the last part went without saying.
Edward: "Interesting," he replied and then asked, "Has anyone been brought here not from earth?" Now that the blue guy thing was settled, his eyes swept the cafiteria and settled on ... Mina? Or a lazy universe copy of her. Sitting by herself was a very Mina like thing, though.
Bobby: "Yes," Bobby said. "I ... there's a dog here, actually. A talking dog. She's from Earth, but not originally." He realized how that must sound, and he grinned kind of sheepishly before he followed Ed's gaze. He wondered if Ed knew the girl. And he wondered if he should leave him be. Shrugging, assuming Ed would follow if he was inclined, Bobby started for the breakfast line.
Edward: A grin lined his lips as his eyes drew away from the girl who might be Mina; in a minute, he'd ask Bobby if he knew her, but the talking dog was interesting as well. "Can she shift?" He asked about the dog, getting into the line for food, "Like a werewolf?"
Bobby: "Not ... as far as I know, no." But speaking of wolves. "We do have a couple of werewolves here though. But last night was the full moon, so you wouldn't have to worry about them for another month," he assured Edward. Then frowned. "Not that there's anything to worry about. We were told they're safe."
Edward: He waved it off and shook his head, "I roomed with a werewolf in Hogwarts. I wouldn't worry." Well, assuming they were taking their potion, but surely if they brought werewolves here, they were smart enough to have the potion as well.
Bobby: "Yeah?" Bobby grinned. "I roomed with a pyrokinetic for a little while. No werewolves though. I'm not sure we even had any," he continued. "Or if we did, they were a better secret than mutants were."
Edward: "Wonder if you had wizards too," he mused thoughtfully. Or if they were from a different earth. He nudged Bobby then, and nodded towards the girl he'd been looking at earlier, "Do you know her?"
Bobby: Bobby turned his head to regard the girl, then shook his head. "I don't think I've even seen her before. Maybe she's new, too," he offered. "Do ... do you know her?" Or ... maybe she was just a look-alike.
Edward: "Possibly. I do or she just happens to look like a girl I went to school with." He had a brief moment of wanting to just yell her name across the cafeteria to see if she'd turn. But he'd get food first.
Bobby: Bobby nodded slightly. "Maybe she'll be someone you know," he offered hopefully, for Ed. He did glance to the girl, but she looked ... well, kind of scared to him. So either she was really new and afraid, or he was bad at reading people. He was starting to think it was the latter.
Edward: He seemed to be noticing the same thing Bobby was. "Perhaps," but she didn't have a Mina air about her. Of course, he could be wrong. "Going to have a closer look," he decided impatiently. After all, if it wasn't her, then he could excuse himself to get food. Nodding, he stepped out of the food line and made his way over to the girl.
Bobby/Morgan: "Sure," Bobby agreed as he went through the line to get breakfast for himself, carrying it to a table near Hank's, so he could still chat with him while leaving a seat open in case Ed's girl wasn't who he thought she was, and he wanted a seat. Morgan had mostly finished her breakfast, and was currently regarding a syrup-soaked square of pancake when she realized someone was coming over. Eyes widened in alarm as she lifted her head.
Edward: While that was a look Edward would not normally be surprised to recieve, he wouldn't expect it from Mina. Amusement flashed across his face as he stopped near enough the girl to speak. "H'lo. What's your name?"
Morgan: "Morgan," she said quietly, a little uneasily. "What's yours?" she replied in a mumbled, lowering her eyes back to her breakfast, trying to keep her breathing steady, and her heartbeat slow. Ice had assured her, repeatedly, that no one who belonged here would hurt her ... but one didn't just bounce back from a year of torture. Everyone was a suspect, as far as she was concerned.
Edward: "Edward," he replied, watching her closely. Was he going to send her into a panic attack. "You look like someone I went to school with. Do I scare you?" He asked bluntly, curious.
Morgan: Loaded question much? She shrugged one shoulder, though the fingers gripping her fork tightened a little, knuckles whitening. He didn't scare her - no more than everyone scared her - but they always asked her that. Before they hurt her. Are you afraid, little girl? She shuddered a little.
Edward: It was bizzare seeing her act so afraid while she looked exactly like Mina. "Well, since you're not the girl I knew," and he was too hungry to force a conversation on her right now, "I'll leave you alone. My apologies if I bothered you much." He nodded and turned to head back to the food line.
Morgan: She lifted her head once his footsteps had faded somewhat, and she watched him through the foodline before before she decided she was done here. Gathering up her tray, she put it on the wash line before she started toward the door, head down and hurrying a little.
Edward: After fetching his breakfast, he had a moment of uncertainty as to where he wanted to sit. Alone would have been his normal choice, but Bobby was all right. Perhaps he'd at least give getting to know people a shot. Shrugging to himself, he went to join Bobby at his table.
Bobby: "Guess that wasn't your friend?" he offered as Edward sat down with him. That was too bad; it would have been nice for Ed to have had a friend here.
Edward: "No. I believe I frightened her. She seems quite jumpy," he shook his head. "Guess you're stuck with me for a bit longer."
Bobby: "Ah," he said sympathetically. "Maybe she's really new," Bobby suggested. Though really, did jumpy, shy people have any place in a war? He wondered, then reasoned it wasn't any of his business, so he let it go.
Edward: Edward had no such qualms about it being none of his business, "Perhaps. Seems an odd choice, though, her being here." He was curious enough that he might try to find out more about her, if he didn't get distracted.
Bobby: Bobby had to nod in agreement. "Maybe she's just ... taking a while to settle in," he suggested, always willing to give the benefit of the doubt. It was kind of uncanny how Ed's words had mirrored his own thoughts, and he wondered a little if he read minds, too. But maybe not; it was a natural conclusion to draw.
Edward: "Could be," he agreed with a nod. "Or she has a talent that makes her nervousness worth it." He took a bite of his toast and shrugged. Maybe she wasn't involved at all. There were shops and such, right? Maybe she worked in one of those.
Bobby: "She could be a catalyst," he reasoned. Though he'd never met one, and didn't know exactly how a person would be one ... it was an option. Then he belatedly recalled something he'd read in one of the letters. "Or she could be that girl they rescued from Riverfell," he mused.
Edward: He opened his mouth to ask what, exactly, a catalyst would do in this situation, but Bobby's next words distracted him, "Ah, that sounds possible," he agreed.
Bobby: He nodded a little, and glanced to where she'd been ... though, frowning upon seeing her gone. Well, maybe she had things to do today. Or people to hide from. "So," Bobby said, venturing from that topic. "Do you want me to show you to the town hall? Or show you around or anything?"
Edward: He considered for a moment while he finished off a piece of toast then nodded, "Yes, I'd appreciate if you'd show me the town hall. And perhaps where I could get some pants," he smirked.
Bobby: "But sweatpants are the height of fashion here," Bobby teased him. "Pajama pants run a close second," he continued, grinning before he waved it off. "The town hall isn't hard to find, but I'll show you. And wait for you. And at least point you in the direction of the pants store."
Edward: "Ah, well, I've never been in the habit of being at the height of fashion so I wouldn't want to start now," he retorted. "You could point out the town hall, then show me the pants store and I bet I could find my way back to the town hall."
Bobby: Bobby supposed that made a good deal more sense, and he nodded his agreement. "Sounds good," he said. "Whenever you're ready," he offered; he himself was just about done.
Edward: He was close to done as well and he nodded after he finished his breakfast. "Ready," he confirmed, pushing up to his feet.
Bobby: Bobby rose, put his tray away, and helped Ed find his pants.