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Outside the Command Center, All Day Friday

Inside the Command Center, with the doors propped open, Dean Zordon can't help but hear the endless chatter of students going back and forth during enrollment. Unfortunately, stuck in his tube, he really has no choice.

[OOC: All IC interaction during the signup process should go here. No OCD threads unless someone else wants to set some up. I'm beat, yo.]

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Surprise turned very quickly to sheepishness on Xander's face. "Um. I've heard of him, yeah. He's apparently a big dork, as big people go, because he totally should've given you a call last night, but he was busy meeting his new roommate and kind of forgot to come down and check the list. " H held out his hand. "Big dork, at your service."

Nadia blushed slightly. "Oh! Well. Nice to meet you, 'Big Dork'." She shook his hand. "Sorry about the anger. I've had a frustrating morning."

"No worries," Xander assured her. "Problems with registration? Or just understanding the crazy that is this school? The first is out of my hands, but I might be able to help with the second."

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[ooc - we might want to play that carefully, because Xander's already gone back to his room after this and got the same message from Marty, without having any associations with it besides freaking out at the implied come-on. Probably be safe as long as we avoid ferret-sex and specifically mentioning Marty's name. *grin*]

Nadia shook her head. "Just someone I thought might be a friend playing a cruel prank." Nadia clenched her fists again. "But I'll get him later." She forced herself to smile again, so as not to freak the guy out. "The weirdness is . . . definitely weird. It's the gremlins that are freaking me out the most."

"Note to self: add name to List of Girls Not To Piss Off," Xander said, grinning slightly. "That sucks, though - sorry you got such a jerky introduction to the place."

He glanced around, just to see if there were any gemlins within hearing range; you never knew. "With the gremlins, I think it helps if you don't piss 'em off. And they're really not that dangerous; they just tend to cause unexpected lapdancing and delusions of Principalhood. Among other weirdness."

Nadia looked around, too. Not that she really knew what the gremlins looked like. "I've heard about the . . . hallucinations that the bites cause. What kind of stuff pisses them off?"

"Well, using them for gremlinball tends to make them feel a little tetchy, I suspect." Xander shrugged. "Mostly a good way to not piss them off is just to run if you happen to see one heading your way. I haven't managed to get bitten yet. Even got serenaded with Christmas carols, though I get the feeling that was a special occasion and all bets are off if they catch me in a dark hallway."

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Christmas carols, huh?" Then she frowned. "I thought they couldn't talk? What was it," she starts to sing off key to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" "Raaaah raaah raaaaaaaaaaaaaah, R-raah raaaah raah rah, RAHRAHRAH rahrahrah raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" And then immediately blushes and wishes she hadn't.

Xander snickered. "Actually yeah, pretty much. They can carry a tune, even if they don't speak English."

Nadia blinked. "That actually sounds . . . kinda cute." She shook her head. She so didn't need to be thinking of gremlins as being cute.

"It actually was kinda cute." Xander glanced around again. "In a completely scary and monstery way that would never imply that they were less than completely gremlinish at any point in time, ever," he added loudly, just in case there were any listening.

Nadia grinned. "So what else do I need to know at this school?"

Xander considered this. "Avoid getting between Jake Gavin and coffee. Avoid--" he lowered his voice. "Principal Smith 'cause he is creepy, and I say this as someone who grew up in Creepydale, USA."

Nadia leaned in slightly and nodded. "Coffee, creepy, got it." She tilted her head and stood back up. "And just where is Creepydale, USA?"

"California," Xander answered ~~a day later~~. "The sign might say 'Sunny' instead of 'Creepy' but the sign also says 'Population 38,500' and that's only true if you're counting the dead people and the giant snake, so I'd take anything it has to say with a grain of salt."

Nadia gave a slight nod, then decided she probably shouldn'd ask about the dead people or the giant snake. She was beginning to suspect there were things she just didn't want to know.

"So where are you from?" Xander asked. "I can narrow the accent down to not-from-around-here, but beyond that..."

"I'm from Argentina. Buenos Aires, to be exact."

"South America - that's cool. I met an exchange student from Peru once. She tried to kill me, but before that, she was great."

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah. those Peruvians are like that." She shook her head. "So you're used to the weird schools, then?"

Xander nodded. "I'm not so used to a school where everybody realizes weird stuff is going on, though. My old school was kind of Denial Central, so Fandom High's kind of a new thing to deal with even for me."

"Is that why you came?" Nadia cast a sidelong look at Xander. "You were sick of denial central?"

Xander shook his head. "Not saying that wasn't getting old, but no. They shut down the school for safety reasons, and shipped the students off to a bunch of different places. I ended up here."

Nadia winced. Getting 'shipped off' didn't sound that great. "Did any one else from your school come, or did you end up here alone?"

Xander snorted. "There's a headache you might not want to try to tangle with unless you're a Quantum Physics type. Short version is yes, there's a bunch of people I kind of know here. Longer but less sensemaking version is that none of them are exactly the people I went to school with, because we all somehow got here from different times."

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