Temporal Abnormality, Arete is in the HOUSE.

[Arete Renaud]

"Mm'okay." Arete said, head rolling. God. It was certainly bright. She felt a little better, a little calmer. Smooth. She cracked open her eyes and got lost in someone else's. Standing next to the girl (who suddenly looked dingy) was a perfect specimen of a man.

Shit.

She had promised herself she'd never get into men again. Ever. She did her best to smile charmingly. "Quick. Ask me if my legs are tired because I've been running in your dr-dreams all niiiiiii - "

Arete turned to the side and coughed harshly, uncontrollably, and watched in dismay as blood-tinted spit splashed onto the concrete. Well THAT'S attractive. Shiiiiit.

She shut her eyes again and leaned back against the hard concrete. "Gettin' dizzy." she mumbled, and started sliding to her right.

[Ero Smyth]

The boy looked away (disgusted, Ero figured) and Ero bent to catch the girl before she hurt herself, "We have to help her..."

"Of course!" The boy's dark eyes were wild, but quickly his flippant attitude returned, "Yeah, alright, I guess." Ero wondered if this kid was bipolar.

He leaned down propped her up so the boy could grip her under her arms. She wasn't heavy, and it turned out Ero didn't need to help at all. The boy was surprised when he felt dissapointed in this fact, but walking always reminded him that social endeavours could never be easy for him.

"Ah, what happened, exactly?" The tall boy looked down at the hermaphrodite, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I didn't do anything!" Ero threw up his hands defensively and walked slower so he could talk to the girl who was loosely slung over the other student's shoulder.

"Where are you from, Arete?"

[Arete Renaud]

"New France. Bumfuck shittown district...two thousand two hundred and ninety. Or eighty-nine. The clocks went out..." she mumbled into the boy. "I was stealin' some...I was. And the Wealthers, I touched his car...and it was dark."

She began to cry silently, chest hitching in quiet gasping sobs. Fuck. This wasn't anywhere near anything she ever had known. She hiccuped once, then began to calm. Crying wouldn't help.

"M'sorry. Didn't mean - didn't mean to go bezerker on you, comrade."

[Mattias Blair]

The girl was confusing the hell out of him. New France? And what did those random numbers have to do with anything? Were they the combination for the clocks she had been stealing? And where did the car come in?

He felt her body stiffen and shake, and he realized that she was crying. He was tempted to pull her down so he could hold her close, but he knew she could be hurt and didn't want to risk making it worse. One of the few moments of clarity for Mattias in any situation.

The messenger girl had stopped, frozen in place, and he spun around to face her, "You com...ing...."

The girl's eyes were like two small moons in her face. Bright and shining and beautiful- but frightened and stunned. Mattias tilted his head to the side, his hair resting on the sick girl's rump,"What's wrong?"

"She's...from..."

"'New France'." Mattias finished, shaking his head, "She's probably hit her head-"

"No! NO! She really is from the future!" Mattias watched the pretty girl spinning and pacing and slapping herself across the face, "It just, it hit me, it's real, she's from the future, oh my god, its not just, its not a dream, time-travel is real..."

Mattias lowered the girl to the floor and looked at her, his mouth a tight line, "Is this true?"

To most it would appear that he was trying to be firm or serious or reprimanding, but he was really just trying to keep from freaking out himself.

[Arete Renaud]

Arete momentarily flinched back from his hardness, but then rose to meet it with her own anger, born of pure fear. "Do you think I fucking know? I don't even know how to breathe here. Temporal abnormalities...I've heard speak of them, but nobody thought the Wealthers had gotten that far. They wanted to go back and change history..."

She shook her head. "I was supposed to be...borrowing some technology. But two thousand six? This is ridiculous. And you...you have trees. The sky is blue."

She started thinking fast. This can't be a trip. It's too real, too perfect. I've never smelt trees, and now I've experienced the sickly sweet stench of leaves on fire. The sky is...incredible. I don't know. What do I do? Take advantage of my situation?

Her subconcious chuckled.

Do you even have to ask?

[Mattias Blair]

Even as the girl bounced up to yell in his face he had to resist the urge to pull her into a passionate kiss. She was so...spirited....and firey. Like him.

"Trees..." This girl better not be like Colette, a silly flower girl who's way too fertile in more ways than one. He shook the thought from his head, "If they changed history, hasn't it already been taken care of? And if it was fixed then wouldn't that prevent them from ever needing to go back, and then it wouldn't be fixed, but then how- ow, ow, ow..." Mattias held his head, the confusion too much.

The smaller girl was finally getting control of herself. She came over and looked at the time-traveler, furrowing her brow.

"The future is horrible, I take it. So its a good thing your here. Maybe it's..." she looked away, frowning, "...destiny."

She had a bit of a dreamy look on her face, and slowly he was concerned that both of these redheads might be too much of a distraction from Jin...But she was talking again.

"We need to find a girl that she can stay with..." The smaller girl thought aloud.

Mattias's blinked, "You're a girl."

"Well, uh, not exactly. I sleep in the boy's dorm, regardless." S/he slipped past them as if they'd insulted her, and crossed her arms several feet ahead on the path, "We can just go over there and get her a room. There are probably some open."

Mattias rubbed his temples. This was so confusing, "Fine." He looked over at the time-traveler, "Do you need to be carried?"