Junior Achievers 2nd Meeting

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Outside of Dr. Carter's classroom is a neatly handwritten sign which says:

Junior Achievers Meeting

All are welcome

Tonight's topics include:

1. Welcoming new members


2. JA's role in the upcoming Student Council Elections


3. Discussion: Has the yearbook staff overshadowed our hopes for the bake sale?


4. Any new business


5. Any words of wisdom from Dr. Carter

Free food provided.

The door to the classroom is wide open. The teacher's desk is vacant, awaiting Dr. Carter. On the desk is an open box of brownies from Deb's Diner.

Angelus sits on top of one of the student desks with his feet resting on the chair of the desk in front of him. He leafs through a notebook, occasionally jotting things down as they occur to him. He is dressed in the same black on black ensemble that he had on earlier in the day, but the pin he wore in Study Hall is missing.

Angelus occasionally hums a cheery tune to himself, and occasionally shakes his head as though disbelieving his own inner thoughts.

[OOC ETA: For the newbies, these meetings work pretty much like Study Hall. Hop in whenever, join whatever conversation. And the refresh key is definitely your friend.]

Comments

[replicarter.livejournal.com]

Hello Beka, good to see you here.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She takes a deep breath, releases it. When she looks around, she doesn't automatically hate everyone she sees, and she realizes, "It's good to be here, Dr. Carter. Very."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John overhears this from several steps away.

"Dr. Carter? Don't tell me Sam's mom works here too. That's just painful."

(tag anakin, angelus, or anyone else)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka smiles at the guy Angelus wanted her to talk to, or maybe was pulling her leg about. "Hey. I'm Beka. And no, I don't think she's Sam's mom. Unless they're putting on a really good act in class."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Beka. I'm John."

He looks at eeeevilReplicarter.

"They look alike. Aunt, maybe?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, John."

She studies Dr. Carter, smiles.

"They do look alike. Funny how I hadn't noticed. I guess it's because they act so different. Aunt, could be. I could ask Sam."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'll have to ask her about that."

John checks the clock.

"Is this wrapping up soon?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It ends whenever you like. I keep it open-ended for any members who want to come in after the fact and say they were here]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

( Well, John needs to leave sometime to get involved in this Hathor thread, but... I'm not sure if I should have Replicarter explained here today or not. :D )

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I've no idea. First meeting and all that."

She shrugs.

"You new too?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I know Angelus from class, and maybe I've seen one or two around, but simetimes I'm not sure who I'm seeing. There's twins around here, I swear."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I know Angelus from screwing him in the common room study hall. We've talked a bunch in the last few days. That duplicates thing is weird. I have this theory about alternate universes..."

She shook her head. "I'm sure you don't care about that. Anyhow, I'm here because I think JA is effective. I don't agree with everything they're on about, but they'll do more about what matters to me than anyone else."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"What is it with alternate universes? This is really screwing with my head."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She cocked her head, considering him. "Where/when I'm from, we have this thing called slipstream travel. It's nearly instantaneous transit through navigable between-space. Sometimes when I'm slip-piloting, I see things. Other paths I don't take. I think those branchings make other timelines, or maybe other entire universes. So that in one universe, Crichton is Crichton. But in another, the same guy is born as Cameron Mitchell." She carefully doesn't mention Future-Beka, or the Nietzscheans.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Okay. I'm officially crazy. You sound like you're discussing time travel, and everyone knows that's crazy."

He says this with the studied lack of conviction of someone who knows they're lying.

"The future isn't written."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

She crosses her arms over her chest and tugs on the end of her braid. The picture of someone who knows she's right. "First, no. Not time travel. Branching timelines. Different theory."

Then she shakes her head. "The future isn't written, no. But time travel is possible. At least where I'm from." There's a bitterness to her tone that suggests she knows firsthand.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"So I'm not the only one." Almost inaudibly.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka catches the drift of his words, if not the content. "There are a few of us that I know of who have major time travel events in our history," she says, not unkindly.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It's happened before? THey're here? I mean," he said quickly, "there are people from the future here?"

John pales slightly.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Um. Well..." She keeps her voice calm, steady, since he seems alarmed. "I'm from 3500 years in the future. I'm not sure that it's this Earth's future. That's what I mean about branching universes.

"I think the others aren't from the future, so much as they've traveled in time."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"How's your future? I mean, it IS a future, right? People? Plants? Furry things running around making cute noises?"

He calms down a bit. FROM THE FUTURE doesn't mean from THAT future, JohnnieBoy. Doesn't mean from THAT future.

"Holy shitballs, 3500 years? How the hell?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"It's a future, yes. It's got good and bad." She's wary now, because of course her future is bad, and some of that has to do with her.

"As for how, I don't know. There's a transuniversal boundary at the town limits and 5 miles up. When I hit space, after 5 miles, I'm back in my time and space. It just is.

If you want to know more than that, we probably should get drunk so it'll make sense." She grins.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"So... there's a, what, leash law here for dmensional travel? Yeah, that makes my head hurt. Wierd. And booze sounds good."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Not sure how or why. It just is. It's the sort of thing Sam might be able to figure out. She's a genius. Me? I'm just a girl with a fucked-up history and keen observational skills." Beka grins. "Looks like this party is over. If you want, I'm headed to the bar...?"





(OOC: There's still an in-progress bar thread with Phoebe that Beka's on. If he would want to come, and you want to fill it in, I'll link you. If you just want to assert that he was there, I can NPC his entrance, get him a drink, and let him fade to black (FTB, since you were asking about a lexicon; it's usually used with reference to not writing out a sex scene, but can be used anytime you want to just end a conversation and assert that it happened). If he doesn't want to come, that's totally cool too.)

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Sam? Sam Carter Sam? Genius? Do tell."

(Hrm. LInk me. I may not get to it for a few hours, but John'll tag along on his way to meet Carter.)