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A lot had happened in the past day that was unexpected, but Sam was pretty sure this topped the list. The page Alan got was, comparatively speaking, a small matter; being suddenly transported to the world inside the computer designed by his father had been a shock, but still made a certain kind of sense. He'd grown up hearing stories about the Grid

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Britta glanced over, dubious, looking from the guy to the table, then shrugged. "Why not?" she said, getting to her feet from where she'd been crouching near the records. Looking for half-decent music could be time-consuming if she let it, which she usually did, just because there was so little for her to do so much of the time. She hadn't planned on playing pool, least of all against some guy she didn't know, but that had never before in her life stopped her. Heading over, she reached for a cue. "But I should warn you, I haven't played in a while and I'm not that good. I'm Britta."

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"The most you'd be able to do with a degree here is start a fire when the winter rolls around," Britta deadpanned, drumming her hands against the table. She didn't mind, honestly. It made her feel a little less useless, knowing she wasn't actually required to earn her keep. "But there's stuff. I don't know, the beach is nice. There's sports if that's your thing, a bar, a club - strip club, but - a school. People find stuff to do."

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The mention of a strip club made Sam's eyebrows shoot up, from surprise more than interest. It wasn't really his thing, sounded decidedly out of place given their location, though of course, where he was concerned, the same could be said of most of those things, the bar being the one exception. He'd long since lost any interest in school, and team sports had stopped being something with any draw around the time he turned seven. He hesitated to call himself a loner, but the fact remained that he had reached the conclusion pretty early that he functioned better on his own. Anyone who entered his life was pretty likely just to reach it, anyway, and it hadn't helped that, back in grade school, he'd always been the weird kid without parents, whose dad had vanished and made the front pages of all the newspapers with his disappearance. He didn't mind. No one got it, anyway. As an adult, all he had needed was his converted garage apartment and his dog. Just because he'd had some epiphany or whatever, some closure with his father after all

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Britta's brow rose and she leaned forward against the table, blinking slowly to herself as she considered this. "I have a roommate and a goat," she said wryly. "I really don't know why. This place decided I needed a goat. Would've preferred a cat, but... Hang out with my friends. And... I dance. Badly."

It was the best thing she had going for her, though. There was Annie, of course, who was a good friend in spite of their bickering, which had only increased with their moving in together, and there was Jeff, but God, she didn't know how she felt about Jeff nine times out of ten. Most of the time she thought it was fine, they were friends, albeit ones who antagonized each other, but the further she was able to put that night at the dance behind her, the harder it got to ignore the twinges she sometimes got, remembering why she'd been so attracted to him to begin with. She wouldn't have wished him away, but sometimes she thought life without Jeff Winger in it would have been a hell of a lot easier. "It's an exciting life."

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"Sounds like," Sam agreed wryly, well aware that it didn't really. It could have been worse, at least. He'd gotten by just fine back home with just himself and his dog, a thought which made him honestly think about Marvin for the first time since he'd arrived. By the look of things - namely, Quorra's having come here from his past - it was presumable that he would still be taken care of, but that dog had been his only real companion for a good long while, and he'd liked it that way. He was honestly going to miss the animal. "A goat must make a pretty interesting pet."

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"Yeah, well, I have to keep him outside," Britta said with a shrug. "He developed a taste for everything I owned." Actually, Pierce the Goat came that way, which was yet another reason she just wished she had cats; cats weren't like that at all. True, they shed everywhere and scratched things up and sometimes chewed on them, and a few of the older or more disabled cats she'd fostered had been somewhat incontinent, okay, yes, but they didn't just eat everything. "But, I mean, even goats need a home, right?"

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"Sure," Sam agreed easily, not about to counter the statement. It was an unconventional pet, sure, but when it came to taking in animals, it was a cause he believed in. Sure, it was probably a little cliché for someone like him to take in a rescue, but he tended not to overthink those parts of himself. So he gave a home to a dog who wouldn't have otherwise had one. That was a totally normal thing that a lot of people did, nothing that had to be tied to his past or whatever. Girls tended to go for it, too, though he'd never used it as an intentional pickup line, and they never really lasted more than a night. "Just because it's a goat shouldn't make any difference. Someone's got to take care of it."