The Perk, 6/24, Saturday Evening

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Tempe sat down with a list of names. She didn't believe in transcendence. It was a list of the students at Fandom High, and she was trying to remember which ones she'd met so far.

Every time she'd get to a name she recognized, she'd write it down in her notebook, and write a few notes next to it about any recent encounters and what the person looked like.

Basically, she was going to make it a mission to meet every student at Fandom. And remember who they were. One at a time, of course, because she still hated groups.

One could almost consider this anthropological research...

She sipped thoughtfully at her coconut banana latte, and massacred her strawberry muffin with her fork as she wrote.

[OOC: Come interact with Tempe, or use for your own Perk-y needs.]

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Alec wandered in, now that he knew where the place was, and stared at the menu for a while before he decided on a white chocolate raspberry mocha with whipped cream and sprinkles - thanks to the clerk's helpful suggestion on what was most likely to send one into sugar shock the quickest.

Paying for his drink, he picked up the cup and turned, seeing Temperance. Alec walked over, introducing himself smoothly. "Hey, I'm Alec. You're one of the newer students too, right?"

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Tempe looked up, jumping slightly. The place had been mostly empty for awhile, and she was surprised to see someone there.

She recovered quickly, though, and stuck out a hand for Alec to shake. "Yep. I'm Tempe. Nice to meet you, Alec."

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"Nice to meet you as well, Tempe." He shook her hand firmly, then motioned to the chair opposite her, grinning. "Mind if I have a seat?"

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"Not at all. Go right ahead," Tempe said, grinning.

"Sorry about the mess," she continued, moving her notebook and lists out of the way.

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Alec shook his head as he sat down. "No worries, you were here first. So what are you doing?"

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"Examining this list of Fandom High students, and trying to remember which ones I've met. And who they are," Tempe replied. "It seems I've met quite a few people over the past month. I'm trying to see if I can link names to the mental pictures I have of them in my head."

"Also, I'm going to make a list of people that I need to meet each week. I'm usually a bit of a loner, so if I set some goals to meet people, I figure that'll help."

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Alec sipped his coffee and grinned at her. "There really are a lot of people. I've been wandering a lot and still find new ones all over the place. It's kind of crazy." He cocked his head, smiling. "And you can check off one new person, at least."

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Tempe grinned at that. "I know! Barely resisting the urge to check you off right now. I wouldn't want you to think you're just an item on a list."

"What do you think of our illustrious school so far?"

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Alec thought a moment, deciding to prevaricate slightly in his response. "Weird place, nice people. Nothing like I've ever seen before, but in a good way, I think." He grinned again, mischievous. "Lots of pretty girls, too."

[ooc: sorry for the wait! got stuck on a phone call unexpectedly]

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Tempe took a sip of her latte before answering.

"Definitely weird. I mean, mummy attacks? Weetiny kitty plagues? A coffee pond? Not something you'd find at an ordinary school," Tempe replied. "But even so, the people, despite any species differences and the occasional set of magical powers or genius-level intelligence, all act so normally and friendly. No one even batted an eye when I said I'd travelled 12 years into the future to get here.

Tempe blushed at Alec's last comment. "Definitely. The boys are quite nice on the eyes as well, I have to say," was her comment, as she grinned shyly.

[OOC: No problem!]

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"I'm from 9 years in the future, and a guy who looks exactly like me is from 9 years in the past from now," Alec said, shaking his head in bemusement.

"But they are definitely friendly," he said, grinning back at her comment. "So I know when you're from, but how about where?"

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"You have a doppelganger?" Tempe replied. "That must make things really confusing. At least I've been fortunate enough to be the only one who looks like me here."

"Illinois. Just outside of Chicago," Tempe replied. "What about you?"

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"Yeah, Dean Winchester. It's really strange, but most people can tell us apart once they've met us," he said, smiling.

"I'm from Seattle," Alec told her. "I almost stopped in Chicago on my way here, but I figured I'd like to actually be here on the first day, so cut by instead."

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"Good to know," Tempe replied. "Are your personalities quite different? I mean, if I came upon him and talked to him, would I immediately know he's not you?"

Tempe ran a hand through her hair. "Never mind. I think I'm just intent on minimizing the embarrassment factor. If there's even a chance that I'll screw up, I probably will. After all, it wouldn't look very good if I ran up to Dean and threw my arms around him, thinking he was you, now would it?"

Her face turned beet red. "I really don't know why I just said that."

Her face still red, she continued. "I was on a plane, and then all of a sudden I was in Fandom. I don't know whether I was transported, or I was unconscious for the landing or what."

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"I'd say we're pretty different," Alec said, grinning even wider at her slip. "I think I dress better, and I wear my hair a bit longer. But if you're not sure, you can ask, since we're getting used to it as time goes. I don't think either of us would object to a pretty girl running up and throwing her arms around us though."

He sipped his coffee, frowning slightly. "Transported? Did you even expect to be here, when you woke up?"

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Tempe smiled shyly. "I'll have to remember that." He'd called her a pretty girl. She wasn't doing inner cartwheels at this, not at all.

"Honestly? No. I knew I was going to a private school, arranged by my grandfather, but I really don't think it was here," Tempe replied. "Actually, I pictured a bunch of stuck-up snobs in uniforms."

"When my grandfather told me he was getting me out of foster care and mentioned private school, he actually made it sound kind of boring. Apparently, he had an in though, because one of his friends was an alumni."

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"You were in foster care?" Eyebrows raised slightly, curious. "This place is probably a lot better than the system," he remarked. "You think your grandfather actually knows what it's like here though?"

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"Tons better," Tempe replied. "I can't even begin to describe what an upturn my life took when I ended up here."

"I honestly don't know. I don't think so, though. Not unless there's a whole lot I don't know about my grandfather."

"Yes, I was in foster care," Tempe finally answered. "Only for about a year and a half. It was due to family complications." Family complications was an understatement, but really, how do you tell someone you just met that you were so unlovable that your parents took off and then your older brother abandoned you? That'd be something of a conversation killer.