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[notinthefett]

Warren warren-ates as only warrens can over a bowl of cereal (at this time of night? Yes.) and a napkin covered in vague numerical scribbles.

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[alien_isabel]

Isabel was growing to like this Milliways place. People were friendly and open minded. Time to make a new friend. She looks around and spots a male somewhere close to her own age. He seems strange but...in a way he kind of reminds her of Alex in that geeky cute way. Why not. She sits down across from him. "Hi." She says simply.

[notinthefett]

He chokes on his cereal and ends up having to spit it back into the bowl, hastily wiping his mouth on his wrist.

Girl. Pretty.

Blonde, sure, but who's counting? Also: talking to him.

"Hey. Hi," he responds, brilliantly, because he's a genius and therefore has yet to master simple conversation with the opposite sex.

[alien_isabel]

Yes, definitely reminiscent of Alex. She smiles even brighter at him. "I'm Isabel. Do you mind if I join you...?"

[notinthefett]

"Mind? No. I'm not..."

He shoves the cereal and the napkin away, although, obviously she won't be sitting on the table (Bad thoughts, Meers, bad...)

"I'm, uh, Warren. Meers."

[notinthefett]

Warren spits cereal in this continuity too, because face it, he would. He whirls around.

"Oh. It's you." He sounds pleased, despite his choice of words. "Me? Nothing. You?"

[notinthefett]

Warren cranes his neck to see the chick as well. Yeah, she was a-okay...

"Yeah? I mean, yeah. But this is just...not anything, really. I get...bored."

[alas_alas]

Echo looks over his shoulder at his doodles. She smiles, cause she does doodles too.

[notinthefett]

And in this continuity Warren feels breath on the back of his neck, turns and sees the girl he killed by mistake. Or one of them, anyway.

It's a big night for cereal spitting.

Also gaping in horror.

"I...you..."

[alas_alas]

"...you..." She tilts her head, very confused. He's acting like the soda-drinking girl from the other day. Digging in the front of her dress, she pulls out a piece of paper and holds it out to him.

[notinthefett]

"Look I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it, and it was all something and then things so wh-what...paper?"

He stares at it.

"What?"

[toddbaby]

Todd stands over Warren.

He grins down at him.

[notinthefett]

Warren wibbles up at Todd, but mostly only on the inside. Mostly.

"Hey. Todd."

[toddbaby]

Great balls of fire. The nerd speaks.

"Hey. Warren," Todd intones back, matching Warren's. He pulls out a chair, turns it around and falls into it without asking.

"I'm waiting for someone to tell me about D&D," he grins. "Will it be you?"

[notinthefett]

"What do you wanna know?" Warren asks, warily, eyeing Todd's fists. They look painful.

[jcrichton]

As if Warren didn't have enough to deal with, what with the Tara lookalike and Todd, Crichton spots him and heads over. "Hey."

[notinthefett]

Warren does not spit cereal in response to John Crichton.

"Hey, look, I don't know any more than I did, and...Andrew...something's going on..."

[jcrichton]

"What's going on with Andrew?"

[notinthefett]

"Uh," Warren stutters, "he's just...he and Meg are having...a thing."

He chickens out, the coward.