3rd Floor CR, Sunday Afternoon

[bitten_notshy]

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it

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[see_beyond]

The smell of pizza wafted down to Jonas's room and, before he could stop himself, he found himself peering interestedly into the common room, eyes on Jack and then the food and then back on Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hello," Jack told the shy boy. "You can have some pizza, if you want it. It's good."

[see_beyond]

"You're bigger than me," Jonas observed but moved into the room and towards the pizza. "Are you old like the Elders?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm hardly ever bigger than anyone," Jack said, with a tiny smile. "I'm 18. How old are the elders?"

[chose_humanity]

John had a feeling he didn't come here often, but it had been warmer to curl up near here than to stay in the wet grass by the causeway.

Eventually, lingering had turned into exploring, and now here he was, cautiously poking his head into the common room. "H'lo?" he asked, Irish accent thick as anything.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hello," Jack said, not quite placing the accent yet. "You can come in. There's pizza and a movie, if you want it."

[chose_humanity]

"What's a pizza?" John asked, dubiously. Only then did he scoot further into the room, clearly not entirely at ease yet. "And a movie?" Maybe he should go back, find the pup, make another day of it.

[bitten_notshy]

"Pizza is tomato sauce and cheese on bread dough. It's Italian," Jack said. "Movies are" -- he gestured at the screen, where the hairy fellow and the pilot were shuttling a ship through the stars. "That. Filmed plays and things. It's not bad."

"Where are you from?" Ireland, by the sound of it, but George Cooper sounded vaguely English and was from another world entirely.

[guardianborn]

There were good smells coming from this Common Room, and a growing dhampir girl needed food. Lots of food.

Which was why there was a dark-eyed girl with long dark hair flying behind her bursting into the Common Room and looking for the source of the smell. "I'm hungry! "

[bitten_notshy]

"We have food!" Jack said, gesturing to the boxes of pizza. "The cost is ... you have to tell me your name."

He was getting bored with the guessing game.

[guardianborn]

"I'm Rosemarie Hathaway," she announced. "Are you a grown up or a student?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I graduate in a week," Jack said. "Which does that make me?"

"And my name," he added, "is Jack. Hello, Rosemarie."

He'd never called Rose by her real name in his life. It felt odd.

[longislandiceme]

Bobbys of any size needed fairly frequent feedings, really, so it ought to be no surprise that he found his way to where the food was.

"Hey!" he greeted the big kid who seemed to be in charge of the food. "You're not eatin' that all yourself, are you?" he asked. Which was little-Bobby speak for "can I have some please?", yes.

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't think I could if I tried," Jack said. "Have some, please. It's mostly cheese but I got a few other kinds."

[longislandiceme]

"Cheese is good," Bobby informed Jack. "And so's pepp'roni and onions and mushrooms and olives and pineapples and peppers!" Yeah, picky he was not.

[bitten_notshy]

"I think I ordered at least some of those," Jack said truthfully. The pizzas were a little shy on meat toppings, Jack's dietary habits being what they were. "You seem hungry. Had you gotten anything to eat yet today?"

[not_a_parakeet]

Okay, look. Warren was a guy with a wingspan, here. And a guy with a wingspan, no matter how concerned he was about the prospect of being mobbed by small children, just had to get the heck out of his room and socialize, sometimes.

... That, and he needed to eat. Which was why he was making his way quite warily into a common room that he figured would be safer than most, maybe. Hopefully.

It was high enough off the ground that he could make an escape through a window without splattering. That was important, here.

"Pizza?"

[longislandiceme]

Yeah, no. Warren was getting pounced. "WARREN!"

[not_a_parakeet]

"AAH!"

... Yes, that was Warren's very eloquent reply to that pounce, and what of it? Not that he staggered or anything, but he hadn't exactly been expecting the tackle, there.

[longislandiceme]

"Hey hey how are you?" Bobby somehow managed to bounce and hug Warren at the same time. It was probably a secondary superpower or something.