hh_mirror | Open RP Hallway to the Ravenclaw Common Room

Simon was... semi-recovered. Ish.

He still felt like an idiot, but at least he was remembering to leave the lab these days.

He was reading a book as he headed for the Ravenclaw common room -- he managed to not run into whomever was in the hall, and even raised a hand in greeting, nose still in the pages.

Mr Universe noticed someone walking by him, coming very close to hitting him, but managing not to. He looked like he was in a hurry, but was the first person that Mr. Universe had seen in the hallway yet. "Excuse me, do you happen to know the way to the Ravenclaw House, I'm newly sorted and more than a little lost."

"Duey buh chih," he mumbled in Chinese (excuse me, sorry), then waved a hand forward. "Down this way."

Mr. Universe smiled at the extremely distracted man. "Oh, thanks, I was afraid I'd never find my way there."

If Camilla had reasons for lingering near Ravenclaw, she kept them to herself, and rightly so. To all appearances, she just happened by. With her bookbag. Which was, to all appearances, laden with books.

Oh -- there was the new student with the interesting knack for gadgetry. "Hello. You made it through the Sorting all right, then."

As they neared the commons, Mr. Universe noticed Camilla standing nearby and said, "Hey. Yeah, I survived; I'm a Ravenclaw now." He wanted to ask what she was doing here, as she was in a different house, but wasn't quite socially inept enough to ask such a blunt question. However, he did happen to be blunt enough to say, "so, I hear there's a bar in here... care to join me for a drink?"

If he'd asked, she wouldn't have told him. She'd have been all innocence. As it happened, his invitation gave her an excuse to be where a certain person might by chance drop by, so she accepted.

"A drink would be lovely. I take it you haven't been in yet, if you say you 'hear' there's a bar? Well, that'll have to change, if you were Sorted here. You were, weren't you?"

He smiled and said, "alright. I was sorted here, but like you said, I haven't been in yet." He walked in, took a look around, and gestured for her to follow as he made his way over to the bar.

What a strangely blank young man. He didn't give one much to work with, in terms of conversation, did he? Camilla smiled and crossed to take a seat at the bar, perfectly at home, wondering how many times her twin had warmed the same chair.

"How did the rest of your Sorting go?" she inquired politely.

Mr. Universe wasn't good with conversation... never been much for social interaction, especially when attractive women were involved; but he was honestly trying to get better at being around people. He sat down next to Camilla and answered, "Pretty well... a couple people asked me some very strange questions about Lenore and such, and the hat was... interesting... but it went alright in general. So, how are things going for you?" He looked around for a bartender, and didn't see one, so he added, "so, what would you like to drink?" as he walked around the bar.

"The hat's always interesting," Camilla confided. "Though I'm sure I don't know what would qualify as a non-strange question about, ah, Lenore? You must miss her very much. Oh -- just a martini, no olive," she added absently.

((sorry going out for about 45 minutes, I'll be back as soon as I can, I hope you'll still be on, but I understand if you won't.))

Mr. Universe smiled as he mixed her drink and answered, "I believe that... it wants me to build it a hat love-bot... should be an interesting experience." He shook his head, "well, one guy asked if she was homicidal... I think that's quite a strange question, but maybe that's just me. But as far as Lenore is concerned, I do miss her, but I think I'm going to try and meet people, nice new experience for me." He walked back, martini in one hand, a bottle of vodka, no glass in the other, and sat down.

"That shouldn't be too hard. You'll meet all sorts of people if you spend enough time in the Sorting Room." Camilla accepted the martini with a nod of thanks. Surely he wasn't going to drink straight from the bottle? "Did you meet many interesting people at your own Sorting?"

"Truer words are rarely spoken, there were all sorts there." Mr Universe said in response. He set the bottle down, still debating on whether he would actually drink any. "Well, there were some interesting people; a young girl questioned me extensively about Lenore, she really stood out, so did a few men, another girl offered to help me with some technology issues that might arise when I try to fulfill my bribes. I also ended up running into an old friend from my universe." He shrugged, "an interesting bunch here."

It was strange how he could say a fair number of words without really giving any information at all, Camilla thought. Her own friends tended to be masters of the improbable anecdote. Even when they weren't telling the truth, it was charming enough that you'd like to believe it. Whether Jeff had in fact met boring people or whether he just didn't know how to make them sound as interesting as they were, Camilla really found nothing she could say in response, except to note, "How nice you did happen upon a friend from your own neck of the woods, temporally speaking. Not every reunion here is always so pleasant." She sipped her martini, glancing about.

It was probably for the best that Mr. Universe couldn't tell how badly he was crashing and burning as far as conversation was going; if he could, they'd probably wouldn't get him out of his room for the next... ever. "Yeah, it's always good to run into someone friendly in a new situation." He looked at her when she made her next comment and asked, "is there anyone around here from when or where you are?" He also added, "unpleasant reunions... I'm glad there aren't many people I'd have one of those with..." as he said that, he thought of the Operative, the man who had killed him, and tried to suppress a shudder at the memory.

Camilla nodded. "All my old friends from college are here. My brother's here, too. And someone we used to know who didn't like us very much." As a description of Bunny Corcoran, this was a bit of an understatement. "We studied classics together. It would have been dreadfully boring to you, I'm sure. How did you learn so much about machines?"

"Well, it's always nice to meet up with old friends. I met the one from my universe who's here in flight school; which is incidentally where I learned a bit about mechanics. I picked up most of my knowledge myself, I was always a bit intuitive about that sort of thing." He shrugged and said, "I don't know, learning is rarely boring, even ancient information. Well, it only really matters if you enjoyed it."

"So you're an autodidact." Camilla's estimation of the man went up a few notches. "My best friend taught himself quite a lot before he ever came to school. One can learn so much, if one cares to."

Mr. Universe smiled, "pretty much. I picked up a little from my family, mechanics was my dad's hobby, but I took it much further than he ever did. It is true though, you can learn a lot more than people will ever teach you, if you just put in the effort." He questioned, "so, other than classics, what sort of things did you study?"

A light, self-deprecating laugh. "I'm afraid that's all we did study, really. Classics was our major. Well, we did other things, when our teacher thought some deficiency needed addressing. We also read a fair amount of medieval literature. Dante. The Roman de la Rose. The Chanson de Roland. Mostly, though, it was Latin and Greek. We had a wonderful time." She sighed. The sigh could be taken as an indication perhaps they were not having such a wonderful time anymore. "It seems so much longer than it's really been, between then and now. Only a few years really."

Mr. Universe shrugged, "well, as long as you were enjoying the learning, that's really the important thing... if you don't enjoy what you're doing, there's little point to doing it," obviously oblivious to any possible indication to the contrary. He agreed, "yeah, it's really strange, it seems like so much time has passed between my past and now, but it's really only been a few days by my count. Time is funny that way."

Camilla blinked, nonplussed. "Your past?"

Mr. Universe said, "well, as far as I can tell, I died before I came to this time here, so it would technically be my past. I dunno, there wasn't really an accurate word that fit there, but it was the first one that came to me."

He'd died? If he'd said that in his Sorting, Camilla had missed it somehow. "So this is another life for you in every sense," she said. "Well, you're not alone in that. There are other resurrected persons at Hogwarts presently." Some of them more welcome than others. "When you say it seems like so much time has passed between your past and now, what do you mean, exactly, in terms of subjective time?"

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