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Stark Industries, Tuesday, 11/20

Once Victor got to work the usual ten minutes late, got the usual snark from JARVIS about how such a sophisticated piece of technology might think about being on time once in a while, and swept a pile of tangerines out of his work area, Victor was ready for the important business of the day.

In this case, it meant texting back and forth with Chase to make absolutely certain he was good to come home for Thanksgiving. It sounded like L.A. was pretty peaceful, so it looked like a go.

The whole thing made Victor happy. He hadn't expected to spend this long without seeing them.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD, SP possible!]

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"I think this whole week should've been tossed," Olive decided, wandering in with her usual two cups of coffee and hopping up to sit on the counter. "I wanna spend a whole week giving thanks. Think the administration would buy it if I suggested that for next year?"

[aaaand SPing right back at you.]

"You could try," Victor smiled, claiming a cup of coffee and leaning against the counter beside her. "I mean, I'm a senior next year and I'd totally support a second week off."

"It could be my gift to the underclassmen," Olive decided. "Since as a collegiate, I'll be able to blow off my classes or have professors cancel them this time next year anyway."

"Instead of Thanksgiving Break, we could call it Olive Penderghast break," Victor suggested. "I like it. Let's get right on it."

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"My legacy," Olive said grandly. "Some people leave scholarships. I leave time to sleep in and eat Pop Tarts. Sounds about right."

"You'd leave a mark for somebody who was only here a year," Victor shrugged. "Oh, hey, I finally worked things out and I can go home for a couple days. It'll be all ... Thanksgivingtastic."

"Awesome!" Olive said sincerely. "Well, hey, say hi to people for me. Not that I've met anyone but I feel like it's good to have you already making a good impression for me."

"That is an excellent plan," Victor decided. "And say hi to your folks from me? And, um, maybe assure your dad I'm all .. appropriately respectful and full of good intentions and all of that."

"I was going to give myself a hickey with a vacuum cleaner and tell them it was from you," Olive mused, pointing to her neck, "so you're saying I....shouldn't? Huh. There goes my awesome plan."

"See, half of me is terrified you would really do that," Victor reported with a little laugh. "And half of me wants to ask why you'd stop at a hickey instead of, like, handcuff marks."

"I'm pleased you know me so well and yet ashamed I didn't think of that myself," Olive sighed, "so....right there with you. It's sort of interesting that of all guys, my dad honed in on you as the guy to lecture about my potential boyfriends."

Prophetic, Penderdad. Prophetic.

"Maybe because I'm the one who stood still for all of it?" Victor shrugged. "Or he thought I was cute, but that's sort of horrifying to consider."

Olive made a face. "That's not it." Oh god, what if that was it. "But then Rhi also clued into the fact that I liked you, too, so maybe I was just...telegraphing it. I like to think I'm more subtle than that."

"I wasn't sure, if that helps?" Victor said encouragingly. "I mean, I knew I liked you way before that, but I wasn't totally sure if we were friends or what. Or I might just suck at reading signals."

"I was so terrified of rejection that I wasn't doing a lot of signaling anyway," Olive noted. "Least, not intentionally. But that's good to know! And hey, it worked out okay for everyone, so...no, I won't ruin that with horror stories for my parents. Promise."

"Thanks," Victor said, though he didn't sound as though he'd been too worried by the possibility. "Just have fun with them, and with the crazy party about old people having sex, and before we know it, it'll be Sunday, and we'll text and stuff, but ... I'll still miss you."

Olive smiled, a little shy -- she was getting better about it, but still. She had no idea how to react to something cute like that. "I'll miss you, too," she admitted, which was probably a pretty okay way to react. "But it's like, a weekend and some change. Try not to get into too much trouble out there?"

"I will do my very best," Victor promised, and from the way he was smiling he was totally fine with how she'd reacted. "And hey, if we absolutely need each other, we're just ... okay, like an hour drive, a dimension, and two years apart."

So, probably easier to wait until they were back in Fandom. But the thought was there!

"It's amazing our phones work across that," Olive mused thoughtfully, frowning.

Victor frowned. "Are we sure they will?" he asked. "'Cause you're right, it doesn't make scientific sense."

"I mean, I can call home from here and it's a different dimension," Olive said, and now her head was starting to hurt. "So...I'd assume so?"

She sighed, and added, "But even if not, it's like, five days, and unless you get into a situation that involves zappy fingers, we're probably not going to run into any Thanksgiving-related emergencies, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I think Fandom is kind of a special multiverse portal thing where the rules don't apply," Victor said, and then decided it didn't matter as the chances of an emergency arising in the next five days approached zero.

"But ... you are right, so this probably won't even come up. Though you did remind me to ask how you missed the super-speed."

"I had to walk here," Olive said, tragically. "Like a normal person. At normal speed. It sucks. How's having your zappiness back?"

Victor feigned being impressed she'd put herself through the agony of walking an entire half-mile, give or take. "I won't lie, it feels good," he said. "Not that I even want to use it, but it's good to know it's there. Probably about like you getting your math back."

"I feel less stupid!" Olive agreed happily. "And I'm gratified to know that if something attacked us I wouldn't have to try to carry you out at warp speed and you could probably hold it off for us? That's something, too!"

"Totally something," Victor nodded. "I mean, not that I'd object to you saving the day, but I was never that sure you could carry me to start with."

"Offended," Olive sniffed, shaking her head. "I could totally carry you."

She absolutely could not, under any circumstances. Particularly given that he was heavier than he looked.

"Sure," Victor said, in a humoring-the-very-wrong-person sort of tone. "I mean, I probably weigh fifty pounds more than you, but that's nothing, right?"

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