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After having eaten every single one of her favorite dishes, all made by her dear father, and then having been hugged to near death by said father as well (and some other hugs by totally-not-mopey redheads), Anya had finally gotten to start her little trip to Fandom. What should have been a fairly simple operation (she was right there) that would have taken her about three hours had to be further complicated when certain billionaire with a penchant for super suits insisted on getting her a private jet. At least he didn't hug her, but he might as well. Anya wasn't complaining though; it had been a pretty sweet ride, and probably the only chance she would have to travel via one of those.

But that was then and now she was somewhere completely different. It was a little scary, true, but also very exciting to her. Even if she hadn't loved the idea of leaving the few friends she had a world apart, literally, you didn't get chances like this all the time.

Now she only needed to find the people she was supposed to find. Somehow. Yep, no problem.

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"Yeah, basically. It's pretty chaotic, but also kind of cool, I think. Unless you're the guy getting punched through a bus, of course," she said lightheartedly. "So nothing of the sort?"

Raven shook her head. "Not that we couldn't use some," she said. "Send them after the Russians."

Because clearly Anya's world would also be fighting a Cold War with Russia, right?

“The Russians? What’s going on with them?” Anya asked, not sure of where that had came from.

But you never knew with the Russians.

Raven did stare a little at that. Superheroes aside, Anya's world had been sounding a lot like hers, and, well, you couldn't breathe in America and not know about the Russians.

"They're building bombs!" Raven told her. "They're trying to take over the world."

Well, from what she, as a fifteen year old from a fairly sheltered, upper-class home, could tell anyway.

"That sounds like the Cold War... I think?" Anya said tentatively. "Although the Russians have done some pretty weird stuff though."

Raven nodded. "That's what they call it in all the papers. So you have it in your world, too?"

"We kind of had it, like...a long time ago," Anya said, trying to figure what to do next.

"So I guess you really don't know what an iPod is, right?" Smooth, Anya.

That look, Anya? That look was a big old obviously "No."

"Is that some kind of vegetable?"

They hadn't even invented 8-tracks yet in Raven's world.

Oh, perfect.

"Nah, it's like...like a radio, but small and also takes pictures and stuff. I can show you the technology of the 21st century once we're settled, if you want?"

Because Anya would brag about knowing about iPods, sure.

"Okay," Raven said, a small laugh in her voice. "And you can tell me about the moon rocks they're made from."

Anya laughed a bit, too. "I don't know about moon rocks, but I'll see what I can do. I mean, even if it's an island there has to be a store that sells that sort of stuff. It's just a matter of walking around town."

"Or," Raven said, "the island is like my world and the stores will sell transistor radios and dashing hats."

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