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not_every_mage) wrote2015-04-15 09:43 am
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Room 322, Wednesday Morning
It had been more than a day since the children left, and Anders wasn't sure his head was entirely back to normal yet. It was funny how deeply you could miss someone you'd known for such a short time, and who quite likely wouldn't ever exist at all.
At least it seemed like Leo was headed back someplace where he was safe and loved. Carys, though ... that was another story. He still wasn't entirely certain he and Kathy had done the right thing by making her go home. Her parents had lots of friends, sure, and he liked the idea of palling around with a Champion (whatever that meant exactly) but ... he didn't want to raise a child in a world where her father was an apostate. It seemed likely to lead only to heartbreak for everyone.
He tried to set aside his worry for the girl as he scrounged through his books until he found one on the history of Thedas. Maybe it would at least give him some background on Kirkwall to put a bit of what Carys had said in context.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
At least it seemed like Leo was headed back someplace where he was safe and loved. Carys, though ... that was another story. He still wasn't entirely certain he and Kathy had done the right thing by making her go home. Her parents had lots of friends, sure, and he liked the idea of palling around with a Champion (whatever that meant exactly) but ... he didn't want to raise a child in a world where her father was an apostate. It seemed likely to lead only to heartbreak for everyone.
He tried to set aside his worry for the girl as he scrounged through his books until he found one on the history of Thedas. Maybe it would at least give him some background on Kirkwall to put a bit of what Carys had said in context.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
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He passed her his phone, pizza place number already on the screen. "I was just going to get pepperoni, but I like anything but jalapenos."
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And not just her first drink. Kathy was giving serious thought to making that her very first time getting sloppy drunk, too. It would be grand.
After putting in an order for three large pepperoni-and-tomato pizzas, Kathy handed the phone back over to Anders and slumped over on his bed. This was her bed now, Anders. Find another. She had claimed it in the name of 'It had no SAT prep materials on it.'
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He leaned back against his bed, obediently ceding the seat atop it to Kathy. "What exactly is this test, anyhow?" he wondered lazily. "Or would you rather talk about something else?"
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It would be glorious, other than the complete ruination of her future.
"And, no, I'd be glad to complain about it, if you don't mind a rant. As newly-designated savior, you should probably understand what it is you're saving me from."
Since Kathy really did want to rant about it, she just launched into the explanation. "The SATs, or Scholastic Aptitude Test, is a long exam that's pretty much required to get into any college. At all. I have to show up, pay $50 for the privilege of wracking my brains for four hours. More than half of students have to take this test twice in order to get a score good enough to be sent to the universities of their choice, and that's not even counting the eight SAT II Subject tests I'm taking and my four Advanced Placement exams. Six of the SAT II's and all four AP exams are all taking place in early May." She groaned and thudded her head against the pillow. "Why did I ever think this was a good idea?"
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"Probably because you want to be the best at everything," he suggested. "Or gremlin bite. That's a good excuse."
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"There is some method to my madness," Kathy said, sounding completely unsure of that. "If I do well on my AP exams, I can get college credit for them. And depending on my SAT II scores, sometimes it's possible to get certain low-level classes waived because I've proven I have enough knowledge to skip them. And I'm just taking the Korean language one because I can." She shrugged. "It seemed stupid not to. I speak it like English."
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It didn't make much sense, still, but he figured Kathy knew what she was doing. He smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring. "Try to keep breathing and I know you'll get through them all alright."
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Even with the money she was making being part of Barry's Ethics Committee, paying for college was still an important consideration.
"A year at Stanford costs fifty-eight thousand dollars," she said softly, drawing her knees up. "Just one year. I can't afford that. My family can't afford that. I'm trusting to loans and scholarships. Anything I can do to shorten that just makes sense. And that's assuming I get in, which is the other reason I'm taking so many tests--so they look at me and think I'm worth giving a spot to, instead of any of the other applicants. They get over forty-thousand applications a year--and choose a little over two thousand. The odds are kinda stacked against me, here."
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So he could see the crisis.
"I didn't know it was a money thing," he said. "Not so different from home, I suppose. The rich always get the best opportunities and the rest of us scrabble around. If I had the money so you didn't need to worry I'd give it to you."
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And this was why Kathy was sometimes a bundle of neuroses, honestly.
"How about you? I noticed you were reading before I barged in here and demanded you put me out of my misery." She rested her head on his shoulder briefly. "And I know you would. Thanks."
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In a year or so, that word choice might strike him as painfully ironic. But for now, it was an idle joke, a comment no sooner made than half-forgotten as Anders looked back at his book.
"I was reading Thedan history," he explained. "Trying to figure out if there was any reason anyone would go to Kirkwall, let alone me."
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And, like Anders, she paid no real attention to those words, far more intrigued by his book and explanation than the frustrations of her future.
"Was Leo from Kirkwall, too? Or just Carys?" she asked. "Have you discovered any compelling reasons?"
Beyond a clinic for the downtrodden in a mineshaft?
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"And no," he added, answering her question. "Leo was from Wales, which at least made some sense -- it's Nathan's favorite place. But Kirkwall sounds like a terrible place all around. Cassandra said she'd been there and didn't like it much either. I can't understand why we'd go there."
Again, the ability to anticipate the fifth blight and resultant flood of refugees would have cleared the confusion right up.
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She managed to last long enough to see whether or not her bought it before cracking up. Yes, she was laughing at her own joke. No, she didn't particularly seem to care.
"Maybe it's a hotbed of political activism," she hazarded a moment later. "When you're an oppressed minority looking to work against established power structures, you're not going to go hobnobbing with the elite somewhere. Whether you're forced there by circumstance or choose it deliberately, you're gonna pick a place they tend not to go, to fly under the radar as it were. And that's not necessarily something Carys would realize, either. I can't see either of us saying, 'Be good for Auntie Marian, darling, Mommy and Daddy are off to battle the kyriarchy.'"
Not at five anyway. That was more a conversation for, say, seven or eight.
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"That could be," he said thoughtfully, at the more serious point. "It sounded like we were doing good work there, and maybe she made the risk sound like more than it is. Not that I plan to take a vacation there to find out."
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She'd be a tourist, with a given return date, and no cause to make anyone look at her funny. Anders, even if he were able to travel home freely, would constantly have to look over his shoulder for someone watching him.
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Pirates made everything better.
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Fucking Kirkwall.
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"I've got no bloody clue," Anders admitted, with the glimmer of a grin. "The girl, maybe? But even there -- she'd be just adorable with an eyepatch and a little hat." He sighed. "Our other selves were idiots. Tragic."
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If nothing else, Isabela would be completely behind this idea.
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"So, if the choice is bringing down the kyriarchy or being pirates, you pick pirates?" he checked. "Not that I disagree, I just want to make sure we're on the same page here."
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