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TA Lounge, Friday, February 24

With only one class on Fridays, Bel settled in the Assistant's Lounge to spend the day studying. Not brooding. Nope. Not at all.

The door is open, come on in.

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Coffee. Coffee now!

Off to Celtic Studies.

He's rereading "The Dream of Oengus."

He's not brooding.

Nope, still not brooding.

Ordering Chinese!

Back to ~~brooding~~ studying.

Okay. Maybe he's brooding. Just a little.

Not like there's anything wrong with brooding.

After running Celtic Studies, Phoebe comes into the Lounge. She sees Cole studying and not wanting to disturb him, she stretches out on the couch, closing her eyes.

Cole did not lift his head from his book, but he watched Phoebe out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her launched him into a full-on brood. The great irony of what he was reading did not escape him: Oengus, longing for the woman in his dreams, being told he could not have her. If his life were a Celtic tale, the great power of his brooding would've been felt for miles around. Those who had brooded before him would've knelt and called him master. Poets would've studied him, trying to find the words to capture his angst.

In short, he was brooding. A lot.

Phoebe was aware of him being so near, and she was strangely comforted by this. However, with the way things were between them...

"If I'm bothering your studying I can go see if I crash in Piper's room," she suggested softly.

[[OOC: *dies liek whoa. That's too funny.]]

Lana pokes her head in. "Hey Bel, I was looking for Phoebe." She glances over at her sleeping on the couch. "But, I guess... I probably shouldn't wake her."

Lana looks a little distraught and upset.

"I think she's up," Bel said softly, hearing her voice from the couch.

"No, that's okay," Cole said. "You can stay."

"Phoebe..." Lana says quietly, but with a strange tone to her voice. "Can I talk to you? Something... happened this morning."

Phoebe sits up, concern on her afce. "Lana, what's wrong?"

"Thank you. I'm just... really tired."

"Something's happened to me. I woke up this morning and... Well, God, this is kind of embarrassing." She certainly looks upset and embarrassed. "It was... I first noticed.. well, it kind of happened when I brushed my teeth, I guess, but mostly it was when I kissed Shep..."

Phoebe stands up quickly and then leans against the couch for a moment. After regaining her balance she goes to Lana and takes her hand, pulling her to the couch. "What happened, Lana?"

Who do I have to kill?

"Lana's here for you," Cole said, then returned to his book, pretending not to listen to the conversation that followed.

Lana glances over at Bel, but decides it's okay if he hears.

"Okay..." she takes a deep breath. "When I kissed Shep this morning it was like there was this *ping* in my head and something went 'Shep'. Which I didn't think too much of, 'cause, you know, he *is* Shep. But then it was like I became super aware - like another kind of *ping* - of what toothpaste and mouthwash he'd used. And while I was thinking about that it was like I could tell the chemical composition of all of it."

She's flushed and clearly upset about the whole thing. "And I kind of freaked a bit. And when I went to try and settle down - have some fruit and yogurt for breakfast... the same thing happened. That same little *ping* and knowing *everything* about what I'd tasted.

Phoebe blinks and then blinks again.

"You say this started this morning?"

It sounded like Lana had developed a weird sort of offshoot of chemical empathy or something.

There might have been flailing.

Phoebe opened her eyes and looked to the door.

"Yes," Lana said a little nervously. "Just this morning. And you know, the weird thing is I have this feeling that I could identify pretty much anything just by tasting it. Like, not just foods or whatever, but... *anything*."

She hesitates. "I'm afraid that maybe it's related to the meteor rocks from home, that I'm mutating. And most of the mutants... well, they become sort of evil."

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TA Lounge, Friday, February 24

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Third Period

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Lunch

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