fandomhigh | Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes

It should be known to the world at large, or, at least, to the members of the Kappa Kappa Gremlin, that Zack was trying very, very hard to not bounce too much as people filed into the classroom for their very first meeting of the semester.

But he couldn’t help it! It was all so exciting!

“Hiya, guys!” That, at least, was accompanied by a merry little wave. “Welcome to the frat! Today, we’re going to be taking it pretty easy. Getting to know one another, chugging root beer, coming up with ideas for stuff to do this semester, that sort of thing!”

And if it involved belching out the letters of the alphabet during some sort of silly root beer drinking game, then what of it?

Alexander, thankfully, was much better about controlling his bouncing, though he couldn’t help chuckling a little at Zack. Let him be hyper; it helped take his attention off of how nervous he felt. “You’ll notice,” he said, “that we’ve got plenty of mugs of root beer and a lot of pizza here. But, before you dig in, there are a few caveats. We figured it would be a good way to get comfortable with each other, as well as prove the time-honored fact that most people are motivated by their stomachs.”

“For the root beer, we’re going to do a version of that game, I Never, where you make a statement about something you’ve never done, and those that also have never done that thing, quaff a chug of root beer! As for the pizza, you’re only allowed to grab a slice if you make a suggestion of something the fraternity could do this semester to better our school and community and lives.” He grinned a little. “We figured that would be a good motivator to get a lot of ideas, even if they’re only silly and hunger-driven to begin with. And, finally, when we’re done, because of all the root beer....”

He trailed off, gaining more of a grin, and figuring Zack might like the honor of finishing up this part.

“Belching contest!!!” This exclamation, of course, was accompanied by Zack’s arms being thrown into the air, and a bit of a splash of root beer from the mug that he was holding as a result. Oops.

Welcome to the Kappa Kappa Gremlin, boys.

[~~Please wait for the OCD!~~ OCD up! Come on in, boys!]

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Ben shook his head. "I'm from really far off," he said.

Pause.

"Not England. I know the accent throws people."

"You sound like Wesley," Dolf agreed. So maybe he'd assumed... anyway. "...Another world?"

He was trying to shave off that dubious edge.

Ben nodded. "A different galaxy. My homeworld is called Coruscant. I'm Ben Skywalker."

Yes, so sue Dolf: he still had that dubious look on his face. "...Is it close?" he asked, frowning. "I mean, can we see the star?"

Ben shook his head. "It's a couple day flight if you don't use the Travelocity portals."

"...But then it can't be very far."

Dolf hadn't grown up a scientist; he was nothing like his father, in that respect. But even he knew about lightyears and star distances, and no place more than a few days away could be further than the moon, or maybe Mars.

Ben's eyebrows arched up. "You think I'm making it up?"

"It's only days," Dolf shot back, part-perturbed, part annoyed. "That's only as far as the moon."

"Maybe for your technology," Ben said, reaching into his belt pouch for his comlink and poking at it for a moment. A three dimensional projection popped holographically from it. "Does any of this look familiar?" he asked.

Dolf blinked at the map without real comprehension. "They're stars," he said, finally, because that bit he did recognise, thank you very much. "The milky way." Not quite, honey.

"Not exactly," Ben said, grinning. "This is my home galaxy." He poked at a particular section. "This is Coruscant." A little more fiddling and the projection flipped through a dozen star charts. "That's what I fly through to get home," he said, "and this--" a final star chart, "is you."

"And you do all that just in days?" Yes. That said the time-traveler. "...Where else could you go?"

... No, Dolf, whatever you were thinking, no.

"Lots of places, probably," Ben said with an easy smile. "Why?"

Four months ago, Dolf would've said 'so take me somewhere!' right off the bat.

Now he wobbled on his feet, and said, "I'm curious."

The urge to say 'take me somewhere' was still there anyway.

"That's a natural enough reaction," Ben said. "Not this weekend because my dad's visiting, but maybe some other time--want to go for a ride? I have a shuttle here."

And so much for months of personal development. "Yes, please," he said, sounding maybe a little too enthusiastic. But he'd been in one place now longer than he had in ages, and despite his dashed fantasies about the past, he could still be found thinking wistfully about the future. "I'd like to see some stars. Just to make sure."

"Maybe I should just put up posters," Ben said with a little smile. "I've promised a lot of people rides to space recently."

"You can be a tour guide," Dolf said, magnanimously. "I don't care."

"Would I have to wear some kind of stupid hat?" Ben asked. "I've seen people in Washington serving as guides and they had stupid outfits."

Said the Jedi in a cloak.

To the boy who'd spent a significant amount of time with people who wore cloaks and shirts with crosses stitched on.

"You don't need a hat for me," he said, magnanimously.

"Thanks," Ben said, laughing.

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