Nothing like an interdimensional location to make studying for a test that much more enjoyable.

Not that he really wants to study at the moment. The view outside the windows is rather distracting.

"Listen. I don't give a damn about what people're expecting. That's why we should do a case study on..." Roger glares at his cell. "No. Just... fuck off. I don't feel like dealing with this." Slamming his phone shut, he looks around him. "Oh. Great. Just what I need."

It's been four days since he'd left his parents' house, and Josh still isn't quite used to the concept of being safe. Safe in a way that he'd envied in other people for so long.

Trying not to wake Roger, he slips out of their room and heads into the kitchen.

Pancakes are in order for the day.

New York changes, yet never really seems to at the same time.

The Building has long since been renovated, but is unmistakable.

"No, Hendrix, I'm not going to your scene and doing your work for you. How the hell'd you get to be a Level Two anyway?" Sara clicks her phone shut with a satisfied grin, returning her attention to a physics journal.

There's a table in the... theoretical space. Roger is at it, with a book on advanced Economics. He, despite all possibilities to the contrary, looks like he's actually enjoying it. He wouldn't mind being bugged, though.

"Come on, Roger, you look fine. You're not supposed to be the one fretting over this anyway." Laura's amusement factor is quite high and doesn't look like it's coming down at any point ( Read more... )

Lapsed anarchist, stage right. He's got two young women, one blond, one brunette, peering over his shoulders at whatever he's talking about.

For all parties, it's really a very bittersweet moment.

Laura and Angie aren't passing up a chance to harass their favorite uncle.

Angie walks in backwards, shouting at some unseen person.

"--they are not worthless! Who the hell do you think you are?" Turning around with a huff, she sees she's not in her dorm, but the weird other place.

That doesn't really help with her mood.

"Goddamned bigots."

Blonde girl on a couch, reading a book.
"...Oh, come on. Fording the river never works! Oregon Trail!"
She's been to Milliways a few times, so another bar-like place... isn't too much of a surprise. Long as she can do her homework, it's all good.

Sara wanders in.

It takes her a moment to notice that she's not where she'd intended to be.

"Well. This is...new."