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[mm_quinby]

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.

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[mmstarletfallen]

A pretty girl in a skirt and a peasant top flops down next to him, despite the fact that she's never seen him before in her life.

"Shakespeare's histories are unbearably dull. I don't think we'll be reading them again," she declares.

Roger Cohen, meet Shoshana Cohen.

[mm_quinby]

Roger raises an eyebrow. "Now that's a rather interesting way of greeting someone. I definitely agree with you, but, er, hi." Yes. He still has a bit of his father in him.

[mmstarletfallen]

Shana does, too. But like her Papa, it's hard to get her flustered. When she does get flustered, though...

She grins brightly at him. "Hi! You looked interesting."

[mm_quinby]

"That's... well, one of the first times someone's said that to me. When your father makes films, and your mother investigates crimes, I'm the boring one." Roger laughs, and holds out a hand. "Roger Cohen."

[mm_ali]

Josh has been in a state of befuddled 'WTF' ever since he stumbled into this interdimensional space. So when he sees a familiar face, a beeline gets made.

The fact that the familiar face is his boyfriend is a bonus. "Roger!"

[mm_quinby]

Roger looks up and beams. "Josh! Hey! Get your ass over here and have a seat."

[mm_ali]

"Gladly." And he's there. "Does this kind of thing happen a lot? I was heading into BritLit."

[mm_quinby]

"I don't know about a lot, but enough." Roger makes a face. "I was trying to get to econ, but clearly, this isn't that." He shrugs. "You won't lose time. That's the great thing about this place. When you leave, you'll just wander back to Britlit."

[mm_danii]

Someone leans over that table and takes a look.

"How do you stand that stuff?"

[mm_quinby]

Roger looks up from the book, and raises an eyebrow. "I... I don't know how I stand it, but I like it, really." He smiles oddly. "Everyone back home tries to tell me a similar thing, actually."

[wellthrownstone]

He leans back, giving half a stretch before turning at the waste for another. He's... tall. Ridiculously tall. At least seven foot tall.

That said, he looks friendly, a smile on his slightly dirty face as he pats his slightly dirty clothes. He looks... as if he might work in the sewers or something.

"That's all right, mate. Happens to everyone on occasion. Now me? I've this thing for making flowers that sets Da blinking a mile off."

He leans on the side of the booth.

"Got a name, friend? Haven't seen you 'round here before."

[mm_quinby]

Roger might be taken, but he certainly admires the view. Surrepticiously, of course. He smiles, and holds out a hand. At the very least, he's hung around enough creative Bohemians, that he's used to dirty. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should have introduced myself. I'm Roger Cohen."