tita hadn't been aware of the affect she had on her food and how it made the consumers feel whatever she felt while making it. she didn't know any other way to cook or bake than just pouring her very being into it. and in making the plate of brownies she'd been quite sad, missing, longing for something she didn't know was missing. but still she offered the plate up to the other. "you can warm them up if you'd like?"

qifrey smiles at the offer of desserts. there’s nothing quite like food to bring people together. “why thank you.” they pluck a brownie off the plate. “they smell delicious.” he hadn’t thought to look for magic in the food, a mistake on his part. they hadn’t exactly run into the same type of witches in this new world. sadness hits him at the first bite like a thundercloud rolling in. he pauses, setting the rest of the brownie back down. “may i ask if you’re feeling alright?”

"mm, I'm so sleepy." march hummed, as she sat on the beanie bag inside the library.. she stayed up all night editing her vlog for YouTube.. her head felt extremely heavy, and her eyes struggled to stay open.. but she did notice the other, a grumpy stranger..who worked here, she liked to visit the library to try and make a friend out of him, so far she's been unsuccessful.. and surely falling asleep at his work, was another strike.. she gave him a tired smile, "-can we get coffee?" she asked softly.

dan heng looks over from their stack of papers. he scans over the library to see if march could possibly be talking to anyone else. hopeful of them to assume. his eyes glance to the clock. “it’s pretty late to get coffee,” he states. “suppose i could go for a tea. my shift ends in a little bit.” dan heng isn’t fully agreeing to anything. they leave it casual enough if only to keep more people from napping in the library.

Jack raised his eyebrows as he was pulled into the hug. This was surprising. He knew all the reincarnations of his friend were different, but he had never met one who really enjoyed physical affection like this. Jack hugged him back, patting the Doctor's back, then pulled away. "Interesting. Well, maybe we could go have a look at her. I'd be happy to try and help fix her up."

“You’re welcome to take a look. Not sure you’ll find much from what I’ve already been over. Been stuck here for months…seasons…longer than I’d like frankly.” He’s never been one to stay in one place, not since he stole the TARDIS way back when. And even if he does settles in, he prefers having the option to travel the stars whenever he pleases. “Come along!” He spins around leading Jack toward the ship.

Finnick felt the same way, as if he had met this person before. He squinted his eyes, temporarily zoned out. "Right, yeah. Happens to me all the time." He commented, before pausing for a half second. "Do we know each other? You seem familiar."

" am i imagining things or do you keep side eyeing me, johnson ? " to be honest, daniel's maybe imagining it, but being in this new place comes with a newfound sense of paranoia, despite how long he's been here. although, he'll go to the ends of the world bluffing his ass off. " you know, has anyone ever told you you're not very trusting ? " she's probably right not to trust him, if that's the case, but in his defense, he hasn't done anything crazy here. " no, seriously - ask me anything your little heart desires, i'm an open book. "

“good, it got across. definitely not imagining it.” daisy may have been staring more than what’s considered socially acceptable. the list of suspicious people grows by the day. “oh, for sure, with good reason. though, that sounds like its coming from someone who’s got something to hide.” she slides into the booth seat across from daniel without asking. no point in acting like she hasn't been keeping tabs on potential threats. “am i gonna have to worry about you causing trouble?”

"no no. it's just called raccoon city. and yes, zombies. real life, want to take a bite out of you zombies." it sounded so absurd for claire to try and explain to him when he looked at her like a stranger, when he had zero recognition of who she was. of what they had been through together. it had to sound like a fever dream. no, for now she just had to salvage this some how. "sure. i can check the brake pads. if they do have to replace them it's going to cost a hundred and fifty dollars. is that okay?" as much as she wanted to beg and plead for leon to remember she was not sure how much good it would do. but what she could do for now was focus on the bike. "have you been hearing any strange noises?"

it sounds ridiculous and yet a chilling thread of familiarity creeps up his back. he wants to believe her, especially after the weird occurrences they’d seen happen in town. but he can’t recall ever going to a raccoon city let alone zombies. “talk about a bad day,” leon settles on a reply that wouldn’t be so blunt. best not to make a bad impression before the mechanic even fixes up their bike. he nods, handing over the key. “the bike or in general?” he questions, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “there was a bit of a grinding noise which definitely made me think to stop using it.”

going from captain of the montreal voyageurs to star center for the capitals isn't an easy transition for shane by any means, and it's not made easier by the fact that his boyfriend who also happens to be captain doesn't remember him. so, he supposes that doesn't really make them boyfriends at the moment - the thought alone makes him shudder. the only thing that's been helping keep his mind from entering overdrive were the skating drills they had that day, because he can focus on nothing but speed. though, even that's coming to an end now, and shane can't help but sneak a peek in ilya's direction. after watching him for a few seconds, shane decides to be brave. even though - ilya's his captain and it's not weird to approach him. " rozanov, " he says as he skates up to the other, stopping short when he's face to face with him. it's weird not calling him ilya. so many things are weird about this, and shane doesn't know what to do. even then; it's fine, he's fine, everything's fine. " got something on your mind ? your skating's not as crisp today, " he comments, even though he's sure they both probably know that he's just trying to get a rise out of ilya - wants any sort of reaction from him now that the rest of the team's gone. " maybe consider an extra training session to focus solely on speed. " probably not the best way to talk to someone who only thinks they're his captain, but a little constructive criticism never hurt, and it can masquerade as for the good of the team. but he knows he's just looking for any possible excuse to be around the other.

“hollander,” ilya replies, brow raising. there’s always this in-between, a moment of eye contact before someone is poking fun at the other one. it’s a new kind of dynamic since hollander started on the team. sure they threw around chirps, as one does on the ice, but there’s a certain spark, something almost familiar. a current of excitement hums beneath his skin, though his face reveals nothing. there’s plenty on his mind … like the thought of returning to russia for the summer, a place he could hardly call home. or how he feels like he already knows the canadian as if this isn’t the only time they’ve played together. ilya keeps his mouth shut, knowing better than to say something that might chase off hollander before he’s even situated on the team. they have a real shot this next season for the cup with both of them playing. “new player thinks he is fast,” he shoots back. “your backhand is weak.” ilya lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “are you staying here for summer?”

angel raised both eyebrows, looking at eliot incredulously. the guy giving him an espresso martini in the middle of the day definitely didn't have anything important to say about taking drugs from strangers. "we spoke for a minute or two in the bathroom first before i took anything. that might as well be bestie material." he shrugged. clearly it hadn't been the end of the world, even though it had left him with a hell of a headache the next day. angel took the glass happily, taking a large sip from it before doing anything else. "perfect, better than any doctor could have been." he said, flashing eliot a quick grin. "what about being stuck? i know it's like just how it is. you can't even really escape by dying, you just pop back up after a bit except maybe with your memories fucked up."

if only this was the strangest conversation he’s had. not much phases them anymore. but the tip about dying is enough to give him pause. “god this better not be like some fucked up timeline or time loop again.” he takes a sip of his martini. eliot settles back on the couch. bummer, he should’ve made two glasses for both of them then he wouldn’t have to get back up. “i don’t get why we can’t leave. it’s like being trapped in comic con.” eliot lets out a dramatic sigh. “so many people with magic and yet none of us can find a way back home.” they shoot a glance at angel. “where exactly did you come from? you’re not like a local around here are you?”

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adrien tries not to wince. too many bitter memories cling to modeling thanks to the father that forced him through the industry from a young age. maybe this could be a fresh start to do it more for himself than family obligation. “sure. if you need a model, i’m happy to help. you do have some really great designs. what are you thinking this time?”

"just make sure they actually check out their books if you have to make them leave." tessa said, though she was pretty confident dan heng didn't need the reminder. he was a more than competent coworker, which she appreciated. "they had books that actually seemed to go with their work, so i don't know if they just pulled them carefully so they could hang out, or if they're really bad at getting their school work done." she wasn't sure which was worse either. "and here i thought the scrunchie was your style." she joked, though she followed it up with an appreciative smile, glad she didn't have to go back over there herself.

dan heng nods, acknowledging the other librarian’s insight. he expels a breath, glancing at the table of teens. he considers tessa the more sociable one, at least far more than himself. but it wouldn’t be fair to let her handle every rowdy bunch. this is why they prefers to stay in archives. “only when my hair is longer,” they comment. whatever joke seemingly lost on them. “be back in a few.” it doesn’t take long for the librarian to pinpoint the dedicated learners and those hanging around out of boredom. he doesn’t consider himself intimidating, but going over is enough to break them up. dan heng returns with a small stack of books. “apparently, they refused to use the return cart. will you help me re-shelve?”

"i just don't understand how they teach these kids that magic is some great responsibility." howl gripes, sprawled across the couch as she looks over at qifrey. "being a little more powerful than the norm doesn't mean you're suddenly obligated to save the world."

qifrey settles for one of the lounge chairs, sipping their tea. “suppose i see your point. why should you be any more responsible than the next?” while they’d already been here a year, they’d quickly learned how varied magic exists between other users. “so that’s how it worked in your world, i take it?” he asks with a chuckle. “in mine, we have quite strict rules when it comes to witches.”

stelle glanced down at the book, confirmed it was in fact what dan heng had said, and decided to just roll with it. "yeah, didn't you know that trains are really cool." stelle said, reaching up to rub at her eyes. "there's a bunch of different ones, like local trains, and sight seeing trains, and sleeper trains." a sleeper train for her to finish her nap on would be awesome right now, really regardless of where it was going. stelle shrugged. "it's warming up. there are some nicer benches in the park where i can probably grab a few hours." maybe they should have debated the offer for a while, but instead stelle just shrugged. "lead the way chief. should we put my fascinating train book back first?"

“sure,” dan heng replies with a short nod. doesn’t seem worth bickering over whether or not stelle actually read the book or started putting words in front of ‘train’ and seeing what fits. his lips thin, taking the book back as they make their way toward the exit. he slots the book on one of the sorting carts for tomorrow. “have you really just been sleeping in the park?” they ask, holding the door open. dan heng has approximately fifteen minutes to change his mind. their eyes glance at the sky, dark clouds starting to roll in. he sighs. it’d be easy to simply kick them out. but he’s not heartless and wouldn’t leave them to sleep in the pouring rain. “if i let you rest in my apartment, will you stop sleeping in the library?”

"it definitely would be, but i fully intend to pay them off, i promise." she just hadn't been able to get to the library in the last few weeks. "it's really good. i've just been busy." lumine replies with a small grin. "but enough about me, how've you been?"

“enough? you hardly said anything,” dan heng points out. they’re much more suited for listening, although selective at times, than talking about themself. “busy too. trying to keep people from sleeping in the library.” he sighs before sipping his tea. “had an uptick in requests about books pertaining to the city.” he doubts anyone is that invested in the history … especilly when they go around throwing out the word magic.