MCA #1, Sunday Evening

[hugetractsofland]

Lulu had had a very productive day preparing for her first class tomorrow; she'd been handwavily introduced to the internet, and had used it to familiarize herself with the opinions of this world, both scholarly and casual, toward sexuality. It had been an... eye-opening experience, and she had spent equal parts being intrigued and engaged, and amused and offended. But she thought she had at least a starting grasp on what to expect, at least from those students who were from this world or one like it.

Now, however, she was familiarising herself with the modern conveniences of the kitchen; certainly, it was much easier than cooking over a fire, and even the more modern stoves they had available on Besaid paled in comparison to the appliances she had at her fingertips here. The fridge itself was a marvel to her.

She bustled around the kitchen as a kettle heated on the stove, preparing things for a pot of tea.

[OOC: Most especially for the_merriest, would love to interact with the roomie, and if anyone else wants to drop by and meet at least one of the new tenants, the more, the merrier!]

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[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul told them both, "Actually, I have spent a great deal of time in Toronto. But I'm afraid it's not my favorite city."

[the_merriest]

"Oooh, okay," Rikku nodded. "Don't tell Jude that, he'll be sad. It seemed like a nice city to me, but I'm not really from here or anything. And Deadpool's from Canada, too, but I don't know where. OH. And he warned me that you shouldn't work for the Canadian military Weapon X something or other, even if they offer you lots of money. So be careful, if they talk to you, okay?"

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul visibly twitched as his features settled into a scowl. "No. Definitely never work for Weapon X. I knew that already. Although," he added, "they don't exactly give everyone a choice."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"No?" Lulu asked. "I think I may ask you to tell me more of this later, if you're willing." Not that she was trying to cut off the line of conversation at all.

"So, Rikku," she continued, "tell me of the other classes you're taking."

[the_merriest]

"I, uh." Rikku blushed, then nodded. "I'm taking something about Tactics, with Kerrigan, who I don't know, and Interdisciplinary something-or-other with Squall, who I met once and probably thinks I'm crazy. He, uh, he had Hi-Potions, so I thought maybe he was from Spira? But I guess they just have Hi-Potions where he's from, too. It's some place I've never heard of." She shrugged. "I wanted to take Deadpool's class on Feminism, too, but I ran out of room."

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul looked alarmed by that. "You wanted to take Deadpool's class? Why, in the name of God?"

[the_merriest]

"He's my mentor!" Rikku chirped happily. "He calls me his Li'l Minion. He's really protective of me and we do sparring and he's awesome. Do you know him?!"

[notanactualfairy]

"He is rather...notorious," Jean-Paul settled on, "where I come from. So yes. I do know him. You poor child."