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Caritas [Tuesday evening]

Tonight, Robin had a new obsession. No, it was not anything drink-related. How dare you suggest she actually do work at work? That was what Tino was for.

No, tonight Robin was leaning on the bar, her thumbs busily flicking across the screen every couple seconds. Occasionally, her efforts were punctuated with a, "Yes, finally." More often, though, there was a frustrated sigh heaved and an exclamation in the vein of, "STUPID GREEN PIGS WITH YOUR STUPID HELMETS."

"It doesn't even make sense," she added, after Tino kept staring at her for a particularly colorful outburst. "Why the hell would they want to take these birds' eggs? They have bombs. Dumb idea, green pigs. Dumb."

[...who, me, stuck on Angry Birds? Where?]

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I got a piece of paper in the mail today that says I'm licensed to teach kids.

That should frighten you all, in light of the highbrow content of this post.

Isabela had given up her search of the beach once the light had started to fade from the sky. There were no washed up pieces of the Siren's Call, nor was there any sign of that stupid book.

Still, it wouldn't do to be caught outside and so she'd made it into town. It'd taken some careful slinking to avoid the city guards when she finally did find what looked like a tavern.

And there went another first impression, because rather than trying to impress, she was blinking up at the harsh lights. At least she managed not to do a crab walk around the band of corpses? "This dump better have hot food," she grumbled as she made it up to the bar, wondering if she was going to have to bargain with an abomination for it.

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"We can do like, pretzels?" Robin offered, catching that and looking up as she failed yet another challenge. Aaaaand given how Isabela looked, and the fact that Robin didn't recognize her at all, Robin was gonna go ahead and ask, "Rough day?"

"You go right for the golden question, don't you?" Isabela remarked, there was some amusement there as far as she could manage.

With a sigh, she took a seat and rolled her stiff shoulders. She'd be feeling that for a while. At least the woman in front of her wasn't an abomination and she was going to take that as a win. "I think rough sums it up rather adequately. I don't suppose you could tell me what this place is named?"

"Mmm, thought you might be new." Either that or Robin was really kind of slacking at both her jobs. "This is an island, called Fandom, off the southeast coast of the United States." She reached for a glass, raising a brow. "Drink?"

"...what are you doing?" Fraser asked, having come up on the tail end of her spiel. "Eggs?"

"Angry Birds!" she said, flailing her phone at him so he could see. She'd greet him in a second. Saying hi to your husband < bitching about phone games today, apparently. "I'm completely stuck and it's stupid and this game doesn't even make sense and I hate it."

That was why she'd been playing it for the last hour, yes.

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Congratulations, Robin. That would be Isabela staring at you.

"I think I'm going to need more than one. Making it something strong," she finally said, because that was not a name she'd ever seen on her maps. "So is this like one of those new rebel kingdom things they declared yesterday?"

"Then, why are you playing with it and so engaged with it?" Fraser had to wondered, taking a seat. "Wouldn't the logical thing be to stop playing?"

Robin just slowly shook her head, going straight for the scotch. Isabela seemed like she might have drinking tastes similar to her own, and even if she was wrong, she'd asked for something strong.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Robin said, as soon as the drink was poured. "Just like how you don't understand what I said, either. Culture shock. Um, let's start at the easiest place, here. You're in America, in the year 2011, on the planet Earth. Any of those things ringing a bell? 'Cause the thing is, this place is kind of...weird, and it's totally normal to have no idea what any of those words were."

"I will," Robin vowed. "...after I beat this level."

Yeah, no.

"Also, hi, you," she added, actually putting the phone aside for a moment to lean across the bar to kiss him hello. "Are you playing designated walker tonight? 'Cause I was not planning on getting drunk at work, but I could!"

She would take one for the team!

"Not quite but if you'd like to drink, I can always do that," Fraser said, chuckling. "With the semester over, I just didn't have to stay around the school until it closed so I thought I might pay you a visit to see how things were."

"Normal," Isabela repeated with a wry grin and she was going to finish the drink in one go there. It burned pleasantly and felt so much better than all that seawater she'd been hacking up.

She placed the glass on the counter. "So you're going to tell me you've never heard of Thedas or Orlais. Kirkwall maybe? We were nearing the Wounded Coast."

"The kids don't get rambunctious this time of year?" Robin asked, grabbing a glass for him. "You don't have streakers or drunk kids or anyone celebrating their freedom?"

"Perhaps but they're usually regulated to the dormitories so I leave that sort of thing to the principal and vice principal," Fraser said, smiling. "From what I've heard, the students are fairly well behaved. I haven't heard of any streakers as of late."

"I feel like you just said a bunch of words backwards, for all I understood," Robin said, shaking her head. "This place is kind of, um, a...dimensional hub?" Sure, that sounded like a thing. "People from the future and the past and other worlds end up here, and we all have to play nicely together despite the fact that I seriously have no idea what any of those words were and the culture shock can be kind of intense. But you just won points, because I like a woman who knows how to take her scotch," she added, pouring out another for Isabela.

"Too bad. Not because I want naked high schoolers running around," she added quickly, "because ew, but just 'cause well-behaved sounds boring."

Isabela laughed and leaned forward, deciding to concentrate on what she did know as she let that filter through. Not that half of what she was saying made any sense.

"And I do so love a woman who knows to keep pouring," she smirked and reached for the glass, pacing herself a little more this time. "So this hub, have there been any Qunari to visit it recently? Big burly guys, grey skin, white hair and horns on their heads? They're really good at scowling."

"Why are you trying to encourage bad behavior in the students?" Fraser wondered. "You're such a bad influence. The dogs agree with me on that."

Robin shook her head, pursing her lips in a little frown. "Haven't seen or heard anything like that, nope. But we'll keep an eye out -- wouldn't be the weirdest we've seen around here." She cocked a brow, and added, "Friends of yours?"

"Have you taken a poll?" she wondered. "And I would have been awesome if I were away at boarding school as a teenager. Awesome. And not well-behaved at all."

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