Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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Tony had his popcorn and pop and was settled into the couch in the second floor common room. Tonight's episode had Raymond Dark facing off with a mummy he'd defeated but not destroyed in 1938. It seems the Nazis had put the mummy in storage under protective glyphs, but it had been sold to a collector who, of course, had to go and pop the coffin

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[new_to_liirness]

Liir came in, sat down, and glued his eyes immediately to the screen.

Someone really needed a bit of distraction right now.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri could definitely sense something about him that hinted at the need for distraction, and sympathized; she gave him a wave and a slight smile.

[new_to_liirness]

He wasn't familiar with her but he gave her a similar smile and a wave.

"Here for the show?" he asked quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the screen.

[weetuskenraider]

"More for the company," she answered, keeping her own tone low and reassuring, with just the subtlest hint of I think I understand.

[new_to_liirness]

He wasn't really all that good at picking up subtlety in discussions, but the voiced sentiment made sense to him and he nodded.

"That makes sense," he said, letting her know he understood.

"Do you have things like this, where you're from?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Like what, the TV?" Tahiri asked. "Yeah. This is pretty primitive compared to what we have."

[new_to_liirness]

"Well, any of it, but yes, I guess," he said with a brief blush.

"Sorry. I'm not the best at small talk. But-- primative?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Technology here's pretty primitive compared to my galaxy, in general," Tahiri said, and if an odd look flashed through her eyes at the mention of it, it was fleeting.

[new_to_liirness]

"You mean you have even more machines?" he asked with rather wide eyes.

[weetuskenraider]

The reaction got a raised eyebrow out of her. "Everywhere. Is that a problem?"

Part of her agreed.

The other part very much wanted that part to shut up.

[new_to_liirness]

He couldn't help the faint shudder.

"That's, well, it's quite a bit different from where I'm from. We have some machines, but there's only certain types that are really approved of. I've adjusted to this place, but more is a bit of a daunting idea."

He glanced over at her.

"It's not a 'problem', of course. It's just nothing I'm really comfortable with. But then again, who am I?"

And wasn't that the question?

[weetuskenraider]

Wasn't it, though?

"I don't even know your name, so I can't answer that for you yet," was what Tahiri said with a slight shrug, clamping down on the tirade about the abomination of technology that was half forming in a corner of her mind.

It wasn't as if anyone in the room would probably understand it, but still. Shut up in there, Riina.

[new_to_liirness]

"Liir," he offered. He wondered if he could actually get it out, after last night, if he could say-- "Thropp Tigelaar."

Oo. His stomach flipped a little at that last one.

[weetuskenraider]

"Tahiri Veila," she answered, with what seemed like an undue amount of emphasis. She tilted her head slightly. "You okay?"

[new_to_liirness]

He blushed a little.

"Just fine. I've just never used that last one before, out loud, I mean."

But his father had said he could, had, if completely lacking pomp, recognized him as living heir and worthy of his name. Born out of wedlock, of course, but no longer a bastard.

Well, not legally anyway.

"That's all."

For goodness sake, he hadn't even known his father had a last name before last night. And how ridiculous was that?

[weetuskenraider]

"That's kind of weird," Tahiri said, though she didn't mean any offense at all by it. She just liked calling things weird. "How come?"