witchesreign | [action, cafeteria]

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Just like always. [It's a phrase that has been getting her through the entire week. And it's close to the truth. The jell-o (or she thinks it's jell-o) quivers and slips off her fork just the same. The same weird be-speckled tile lines the floor of the cafeteria. The same hard, vaguely uncomfortable chairs. Even the textbooks piled on the table look about what she'd expect from the schools she'd been looking at prior to... ending up here. Expect for the parts where there's Para-Magic involved.

That was different.]

Jell-O's still watered down, though.

[Slouching back in her chair, Willow picks at the corner of one of the books before turning her attention back to the wriggling, vibrant green cube accompanying a largely average dinner. Sh kicks the empty chair across from her.]

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I still think it could be poisoned. [Damian was going to head back to his dorm after dinner - and skip class like usual - but the sight of someone poking her jell-o (or whatever it was) distracted him.]

You never know in a place like this.

It'd probably explain the color, huh? [She smirks, because he's clearly kidding, right?]

But, nah, they'd never go for something as obvious as the Jell-O.

[He's... half-kidding?] Oh? Then what do you think they'd go for? [goes ahead and sits in a nearby chair] The ice cream?

They'd definitely get more people that way. [She sits up a little straighter, not inclined to invade personal space.] But, no, if I think if they were going to poison something it's be something no one doesn't take. Like the main course or the drinks or something. I mean, you'd think ice cream was a no-brainer but there's always someone who's lactose intolerant. And they can't have witnesses.

You didn't know? That's when they get ninjas - or assassins - and kill off the rest. No survivors that way. [Oddly enough, he looks dead serious... almost as if that actually happened to him.]

Don't think it'll happen here. I haven't seen someone shifty - or stupid - enough to try.

[The serious note gives her pause, draws her eyebrows up. He can't be. Can he?]

What do you mean too stupid?

As in, someone who's stupid enough to actually think that'll work. [laughs] ... You really think people could get away with that?

That's what superheroes're for.

[She tilts her head to the side. Incredulous.] Superheroes? You mean like spandex-and-capes superheroes. They're going to save us from the cafeteria food.

Not cafeteria food. From this world. I know Batman - and maybe the Justice League - can do it. [whyyyyy does this girl distrust him so much? Is she a non-believer in superheroes too?]

You get used to it after awhile.

[She doesn't look like she's from the group who got mashed potatoes all over his armor. So he sits with her!]

The cooks are good, but I still prefer apples.

That's what I mean. I mean, it's just like anywhere else. [So why wasn't that comforting, again? She shakes her head and seems to push that aside.]

Apples, huh? Think I'd have to agree. At least there's real food in those.

Where you come from, maybe. I've never seen a place like this. [Well, except for Myria station, but there were no people, just robots and vampires wanting to kill him.]

...Really? [Well, she knows there's something things off about it, maybe she's exaggerating the normalcy. But, that's not the point.]

Where do you come from? [And yes, that is interest. 100% genuine.]

I grew up in the kingdom of Wyndia, in a forest near the McNeil village. Even the castle was smaller than this place.

There was a castle? [Her elbows propped on the table now, she leans a little forward.] And this was in Wyndia? How big of a kingdom is Wyndia? Did you travel much. [And much as she knows she should stop, she presses on.] Are there knights?

The region the kingdom rules over is huge. The Castle had knights, but they didn't have much to do with me. I'm a drifter, so I saw a lot of places.

I guess they don't have this stuff where you come from? [He had to admit, he was a little amused. She earned a grin out of him.]

No. [She shakes her head.] I'm a city girl. Most adventure I've seen is getting lost on the subway. ...Which is kind of a scary adventure, to tell the truth.

Was it just you? Who did the drifting?

I had my share of friends and enemies... What's a subway?

Uhm. It's a... Like an underground train. [They didn't have trains in the days of yore, Wills. Idiot.] This line of like... carriages stuck together. They run on an underground track.

[He's sitting there, furrowing his brow and trying to process all this.] I... think I get it.

[JUMPS when she kicked that chair he had been walking past.]

What's wrong with you?

[She jerks an inch back when he jumps, a little startled. But is almost instantly apologetic.] Sorry, I didn't see you there.

Whether or not I was seen doesn't mean a lady should kick chairs. [Sits down in said kicked chair and grins, elbows propped up on the table with a chin resting atop his folded hands.] Now, what gave you such and urge, hmmm~?

[She hesitates, possibly taken aback, but shrugs after a moment glancing away briefly.] It's nothing. It's stupiid. I'm just new, and I hate being new, you know?

Besides. The chair was looking at me funny. [Emphatic nod.]

Then don't be new. [Shrugs.]

[Looks down at the chair he is sitting in.] Well... [Looks to her with a smirk.] I certainly put it in its place.

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[A blink. How can you not be -- ] How can you...? [But the next comment distracts her, and she looks at the chair, and then can't help the lopsided grin.]

Oh yeah. It knows who's boss.

Simple. Just act like you're not new. Know what there is to know about this place, or pretend. [Settles more into his ~~throne~~ chair.]

Act the part, huh? I don't think I could pull that off. [Amusing as the notion is.]

How would know until you've tried? [Raises an eyebrow]

[... oh. Someone who's new and seems kind of alone. Rion understands that, he really does. He'll just... quietly wave at her, and then gesture at a chair questioningly, trying to ask (without speaking or writing) if it's okay if he sits.]

[Jell-O being a deeply thought-provoking subject, it takes a moment to catch the wave, but when she does, she brightens, and smiles fully. The gesture to the chair is echoed.]

Oh, go ahead!

[She'll just make sure her books aren't in the way -- they're not -- and sit up straight now.]

[He doesn't have any food today other than a hot dog on his tray (which he managed to balance with one arm while waving); he sets it down, then immediately starts scrambling into his backpack.

Out comes a whiteboard and a marker, which he holds up and begins writing on (facing her, and tilted towards her - one can only imagine how difficult this would be for someone not used to it.)]

Are you new here?

[Confused, she frowns a little, sitting up straighter, even shifting to look at what he's rummaging for. But once he pulls out the whiteboard, the confusion disappears in favor of a slow dawning understanding. She barely stifles the 'oh.' Instead shifting back in her chair and looking at what he's writing.

And yeah, he must have tons of practice.

But she smiles just the same, if it's a bit sheepish. And can't help laughing after a minute, just a chuckle, at herself.]

Oh, yeah. I'm that obvious about it, aren't I? [And she sighs, not quite dramatically.] There goes my 'incognito' act.

You didn't look familiar. I see a lot of people, even if I don't know many of them.

[Unspoken and unwritten is that she looked out of place, and more important, looked like she felt out of place - something that the 17-year old boy can easily empathize with. He smiles across the table at her, trying to be helpful (though there's that hint of 'oh god I'm gonna screw this up' buried somewhere there, a part of him telling him to FLEE FLEE FLEE).]

And you didn't even try to get a hotdog.

I don't know how you can eat that stuff. It's like mint jellied squid seaking.

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