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(( it happened again!! Mamasboy asked me to post for him))

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll keep an eye out" He had no objections. He began moving to the bar in hopes of finding some ice for his face.

((last post for Mamasboy...we should all be in bed...))

K finally found a compartment, which to the rest of us is commonly known as a minifridge. He grabbed some ice out of it, wrapped it in one of the clean rags lying around, and pressed it to his face. After the first twinge of pain died down, he looked up to where Clare walked off.

He moved over to the keys and inspected them. Sure enough, there was one with his name on it, just as promised. He picked it up, and went down the same hall as Clare in hopes of finding a room.

:::Cora fades mid situp. She knows where she is as soon as she takes a breathe of Brink air, but she finishes the last 37 in her set before getting up:::

:::She sweeps her hand across her neck, and looks around. She sees a young man at the bar. She's realizes she's seen him before as she approaches:::

Excuse me, Ben...right?

:::Cora smirked and took a seat at the bar next to him. She rolled her neck, still a little stiff from all those situps:::

It seems that everytime I come here, someone is asking that. To be honest, I can't be sure. None of us can. The only thing I have that lets me believe I am not dreaming...is that I could not have made up all the things I've learned in my head. :::She has a a bunch of memories in mind:::

:::She reaches over the bar to grab some water:::

:::She grabs another glass:::

Of course. So, I have not seen you for months in my own time. How long have you been coming here...and when did you see me last?

:::Cora sips her water. She didn't think she was giving the impression she was uninterested, she listened to all the things he was saying:::

No, not at all. I have heard of those musicians, I learned of their names in historical studies, but I do not know much about music itself. It is an ancient art in my time, no longer utilitary so it has died out.

So, a university. You are a student then? What are you studying? :::She thought everyone from his time knew that much about music? Why wouldn't they?:::

Fun...? Oh yes, like enjoying yourself. Recreation? Well, in my profession there really isn't much time for recreation, but others who do have time for it usually go to an information center, where they participate in advanced arithmatic puzzles, and other things I think. That or you develope thesis on advancement in whatever feild you find particularly intriguing. But I suppose that was never for me...If the force didn't demand such respect, I would be ridiculed for devoting too much time to my muscles and not my brain. That sort of thing is a crime in my time...so it's a good thing we're the police.

:::she sips the water. She never imagined herself explainging it that way...she really was seperating herself from her own time more and more:::