Room 415, Sunday afternoon

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Cher had decided this entire place was weird, or either everyone was playing a colossal joke on her, which was so heinous she couldn't even believe. Either way, she kind of wanted to go home already. But once a flaily phone call to her dad had told her that wasn't happening- and she had actually been accused of making this all up!- and another flaily call to Dionne ended in her bff's flailing about something Murray did and an end note to remember, don't drink anything anyone gives you at the next party, Cher, she decided she was going to have to make do. Whatever didn't kill you made you stronger, right? Even if they were vampires and brain-eaters.

She set up her computer on her desk, which took a while, but she actually managed it without any help and she was completely stoked about that, and turned it on to make sure it worked.

Cher ended up staring at it for a while when she saw the date change to "September 2, 2007".

Once she'd finished staring, there was totally a shriek of "Two thousand and seven?!?!" coming from the open door of 415.


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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco had been on his way back to his room when he heard the shout. "What year are you from?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah it's a kick in the pants isn't it." Billy, who as luck would have it was passing by at that moment remarked. "What year is it back home for you?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

Coming back to his room after his shift at Luke's, A.J. definitely caught the shriek and had to grin at it a little. Well, now, that was familiar. Although slightly more girly. He diverted his course a little to locate the source, poking his floppy haired head in.

"Something wrong?" he asked, doing his best (which wasn't very much) to keep down his smirk.

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"1995! Like it's supposed to be!" she said, flailing at the computer.

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"1995. God, I hate this place," she frowned, stomping her foot a little in frustration before actually looking over at him. Wow, they just let all kinds come here, didn't they? Wasn't there any kind of screening process?

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"You know," she said, still flailing a bit, well, okay, more than a bit, "it's bad enough I have to be here, but the least this place could do would be in the right year!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco nodded in understanding. "I'm from 2000, well, 2001 now, myself. It's a little odd. But you can tell your friends back home how all their favorite shows end!"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Wow that's just what I thought I arrived. Took me a few days longer than this though." If she thought he was the worst this island had to offer, she was in for some fun.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"What's the damage?" A.J. asked, leaning on the doorframe a bit with his hands in his pockets and a wry grin on his face. "I'm about a decade and change..."

[notclueful]

"But I'm twelve years in the future!" Cher said. "I'm stuck on the in the future part!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco nodded sympathetically. "Wait for the shock to go away. You get to see what your future looks like!"

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She made a half-whiny, half-flaily noise, but calmed herself, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. "I will not let this bother me, I will not let this bother me..."

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"We're in the future!" she said, just in case he'd missed that point.

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"But... I've missed so many trends!..."

She paused, her eyes widening. "I can be totally cutting-edge when I go back home!"

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. laughed a little. He couldn't help it really. "Yes. Yes we are. It's not bad here, really. Not even all that different."

He paused; he should introduce himself. She didn't look at all like she was that far off from where he might be from, really (he could swear Corey had a shirt like that), but he'd let her sort of settle down before he threw something like names and numbers at him. He did try his best to make his smile encouraging, though, and friendly, one nineties Neanderthal to the next.

[notclueful]

"Vampires! Did no one tell you about vampires! And zombies! Zombies were not in the brochure!" If there was a brochure, Cher hadn't seen it, but considering she was actually sent here, she was pretty sure they couldn't have been.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's...it's a little nuts," A.J. admitted. "I think they purposely leave that stuff out of the brochures, 'cause I know my parents wouldn't have sent me here if they knew about all that, either."

He gave the girl another small smile and then dared to venture in and offer her his hand. "I'm A.J., by the way. 1995, Jersey. Completely normal, vampire, zombie, magic, flying spaceship free."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"It gets easier, trust me." Billy assured her. "Although, it does get weirder first."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"There you go! And you can watch all movies years before they come out!"

[notclueful]

She shook his hand and said, extremely gratefully, "I could hug you." Too bad his clothing was kind of on the grunge side. And, Jersey. "Cher. 1995, Beverly Hills. I'm so glad to see someone else who's normal!"

[notclueful]

"But that cuts down on possible dating opportunities," she said. "I mean, if I've already seen it..."

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That didn't help. Frowning and keeping her eyes closed, she repeated, "I will not let this bother me, I will not let this bother me!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"You can show off your awesome psychic talents by predicting how the movie will end?" Marco made up.

[notclueful]

"Wouldn't that scare the guy off?" she asked. "Okay, as a guy, wouldn't it be weird if a girl just knew how it ended? In the real world, not here."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah. But you could claim that you got to see an early showing?" That would impress Marco.