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RP, closed to Kate and Victor

After the WART show and the secrets board, Victor was feeling far more cheerful than he'd had in a while. He'd figured out how to conjure a small bouquet of sunflowers too (he was going to lie and say they were in congratulations for doing a great radio show.) So he checked to make sure he looked okay, and headed down to the Slytherin dorms to find out if Kate was in the mood to go to Hogsmeade, or hang out on the grounds or something.

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She laughs, folding a leg under her and leaning closer. "We didn't even have a radio that worked... just Charlie with his guitar and Locke's weird stories. Sometimes it would be enough, to just listen and watch the fire... it calms you in a way that nothing I've ever watched on TV ever has. Then again, sometimes you miss good ol' passive, mind warping entertainment." She smiles, looking Victor in the eye for a moment before looking away. "Anyway. It's just something that struck me all of the sudden - that I haven't watched TV or seen a movie in over a year." She smiles wryly, absently, coffee cup poised just in front of her mouth. "I kinda like it."

Victor watches her with some sympathy. He can't really know what that must have been like for her, so he sets his cup down on the table and reaches out to touch her, comforting. "At least your back now. You don't have to worry about polar bears or D--" he stopped himself before he said 'DHARMA'. "All of the other weird stuff that must have been going on there."

She smiles, putting her own hand on his arm. "At least. Not many opportunities for dates, anyway." Kate takes a long, final sip of her coffee, then stands, holding her hand out to Voctor. "Lets do something... it's too nice out to be underground sipping coffee and talking about appliance repair."

Was she--? She was... This was a date. Oh WOW. Victor cleared his throat, cheeks going completely pink. "Do you have any idea where you want to go?" He took her hand, helping her up out of the seat gallantly. He glances over at the cups of coffee, supressing the habitual urge to take them to the kitchen and clean up. The house elves would take care of that. "We could go... walk around the lake and hope that Cthulu doesn't get the munchies."

Kate shrugs, laughing. "You know the school better... surprise me. Show me somthing unique." She doesn't let go of his hand, but squeezes it gently. "In the meantime... tell me about yourself. Seems like you know all about me..." a hint of a wry smile, "but I know almost nothing about you." She gives him a questioning look, tugging gently on his arm.

Victor ducks his head, trying frantically to think of something about himself that wouldn't sound completely insane. There really wasn't much. He guides her towards the door, figuring they could walk the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "Let's see. I'm from LA, and I never finished high school, through no real fault of my own. I've met Spiderman." Okay, that last one was probably weird.

"Spiderman!" A grin surfaces, "That's awesome... don't see many superhero types around where I grew up. My dad served under Nick Fury, I think, but that's about the closest I've come." She settles into a slow walk, her hand still in Victor's. "I mean, 'till I came here. Never thought a school of magic would attract that sort... but I hear Gryffindor has more black leather and spandex than the X-men." Kate gives Victor a sidelong look as they reach the stairs ascending from the dungeons. "So. LA? We were on the way there when the plane went down... what's it like?"

He grins back, glad she's taking it all in stride and gives her hand a little squeeze. "I'm not sure about the black leather-- that seems more a Slytherin thing." He pasues, cosidering her question. "It's not bad, although it depends where you're hanging out. Mom scraped by and we were living in suburbia. Which is probably the same just about everywhere. It's kind of segregated sometimes, though. Either really black, really white or really Mexican." He motions at himself with his free hand. "You can probably guess where we lived."

"Better than Iowa. There, it's all-white, everywhere." She glances at Victor, and squeezes his hand, "I think I like a little variety, to be honest. Part of why I've lived a little just about everywhere you can think of." Kate squeezes his hand again, smiling faintly. "I have to say, though... this place is an experiment in mixing cultures. Can't be picky about the kind of people you hang out with based on appearances. It's good for the soul."

"When you've spent time with people who have tentacles, diffrent color skins just don't seem to matter much anymore?" he asks, a smile lingering at the edges of his lips. "Or serial killers and... robots." He hesitates over the last one, wondering if he should say something about that.

"That's the idea, yeah." She smiles, and nudges him softly. "Serial killers are iffy, though. Don't think I'll ever get used to that Nny guy. Too damn angry all the time." A pout floats across her lips, but a whistful look replaces it quickly. "Funny you should say robots, though. Dad used to keep me up late on sunday nights playing poker with bottlecaps for chips. He'd have his beers, and I'd have my IBC's, and we'd talk and play 'till two in the morning. Then he'd make popcorn - Lots of butter, not too much salt - and we'd flip past the early morning infomercials 'till we found Gigantor." She smiles, and kicks absently at the gravel as they skirt one of the walls. Quietly, tenatively, she sings.
'Gigantor the space age robot...
He's at your command
Gigantor the space age robot...
His power is in your hand'
She purses her lips, and looks up at Victor. "Dumb, huh? I mean... I was seven, and completely in love with a robot."

Oh god, he really IS blushing now, isn't he? "This is probably a bad time to tell you I'm half-robot isn't it," he blurts out, and then bites his lip and pulls his hand from hers to cover his face. "...I said that out loud, didn't I?" Yes. Yes, he did, and now he's terribly embarassed, because he's assuming things that probably aren't at ALL true.

Kate pales a little, glad that he'd let go of her hand first. "Um." The wall of the castle presses up against her back, the cold stones draining what heat she has through her thin shirt. It's only now that she realizes that she'd been backing away. "Really? I mean... um. How? Like a cyborg?" She swallows, her palms flat against the wall. "Good or bad robot?" Oh, God. She thinks. Screwed that one to hell....

He dropped his hands, watching with wide-eyes as she backs away. He'd just screwed that up royally, hadn't he? She was probably terrified of him. "Y-yeah. A cyborg. This evil android named Ultron was my dad. B-but, I take after my mom, really. I'm one of the good guys." He gives her a worried look, and if Kate looks closely she can probably see the blue sparks dancing at the corners of his eyes and mouth.

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