Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Morning]

[wantstocheer]

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

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[blondecanary]

Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary, had awakened in costume, in what looked like a college dorm room. Some investigation had determined that the room was in Maryland, and probably a school named Fandom.

Aaaand Oracle wasn't answering her calls. Great. Time to investigate.

She headed down the hallway, and paused when she reached a common area near the stairs. "Hi. Those smell good." She tried a rueful smile. "Do you mind telling me, where am I, exactly?"

[lovemykilt]

"You," said Eddie G., "are in luck." She'd found him, hadn't she? "Hellooo there."

Seriously, there were like, waves of smarm coming off this guy.

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave him a deadpan look in response. Okay, she had terrible taste in men, but there were levels she wasn't going to explore... again. "Hey," she said with some reserve. "Nice kimono. I'm Black Canary. Know anything about this place?"

[lovemykilt]

He could work with deadpan. "Woke up in a room where this --" he gestured to the kimono while doing a little rhamba kind of thing, "-- was the classiest thing on offer. Thankfully I had the wisdom to go look for better things."

[blondecanary]

Okay, so not just her. And unless supervillains were getting very weird (and let's face it, they did that every other week) she couldn't see what she and Kimono Boy had in common. "I'm Black Canary. So I'm guessing you haven't run into any drug runners, weapons dealers, or aspiring terrorists who brought you here and left you a snazzy dressing gown in order to throw you off fighting crime?"

[lovemykilt]

Eddie G. laughed. "Fighting crime? Why would I want to do that?"

[blondecanary]

Black Canary quirked an eyebrow at him and said dryly, "No, you're right. I can't think of a reason why you'd want to fight crime either. You're so pretty just the way you are."

[lovemykilt]

"I know!" Eddie G. wasn't one for modesty. "It'd be a shame to waste it on police work. Forms like ours were made for wild and passionate things."

Yeah, he just said all that seriously.

[blondecanary]

Black Canary paused, to give that cheesiness its due respect and awe.

When she quit snickering, she firmly said, "I'll just be wild on my own time, thanks."

[lovemykilt]

Hey, it took effort to be that earnest and that cheesy at the same time.

Norma would laugh at random things, too. Eddie G. just figured it was a girl thing. Or possibly a blonde thing.

"Say," he said. "You wouldn't happen to be a Gemini, would you?"

[blondecanary]

Wow, she hadn't heard a line that tooth-achingly painful since... well, since the last time Ollie was in town. "Aries. Sorry." Dinah's lips quirked. "So you're not concerned about being somewhere you didn't expect to be this morning?"

[lovemykilt]

"Not really." It happened to Eddie G. all the time. "I'm a Gemini," he explained. "I'm looking for my twin."

Well, third twin. He and Cass already had a pretty successful twinship set up between themselves.

[blondecanary]

Dinah wished Oracle was on comms to make a snarky comment on that subject, because this was the kind of thing she lived for.

"Aaaand what will you be doing when you find your twin?"

[lovemykilt]

Eddie G. got a bit of a dreamy look in his eye. "I don't know. Maybe settle down somewhere, live the easy life. . . . Start a family. Take out insurance, of course, should anything happen to one of us."

[blondecanary]

"With your twin." Which must've meant 'soulmate'; the urge to ask this guy how many drugs he'd done was getting stronger. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm not the settling down, easy life, life insurance type."

[lovemykilt]

A lot. But too be fair, they were 1950s drugs. It was like a whole different world, there. "Neither am I, don't get me wrong. I enjoy a good . . . eternal . . . party. But for my twin. . . ." He looked off, then grinned. "Well, I suppose you wouldn't understand. Fire signs are so volatile."