history has it's eyes on us

horatia jane carroll, you can call me jane. (twenty-six, history ta, clio)

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Jane loved her job an awful lot. She loved getting to try and teach young minds about the past. She loved having access to the school’s archives. She even sort of loved marking essays. But some days all she wanted to do was info dump on a bunch of strangers and walk away. Which is why she was always grateful for the days when the museum rings to ask if she could cover one of their exhibits. Before making her way into the west wing of the building and her spot in the Ancient Civilisations exhibit Jane stops by the cafe to get herself a coffee and mentally run over her notes for the day. One of the best parts about getting this placement in the museum is that she doesn’t have to think too much about it.

By the time she gets to the exhibit to relive the other person there’s already small groups of people wandering through the space so  she tugs her lanyard over her head and starts wandering around too. It doesn’t take her long before spotting someone by themselves peering curiously at one of the statues towards the front of the room and Jane can’t quite stop herself from approaching, smiling at the stranger, head tilting a little to the side and saying “Hi, are you interested in learning more about this particular statue?”

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prim.

prim  immediately  attacks  jane  with  the  biggest  bear  hug,  because  she  could  not  hold  her  excitement.  she  knew  it  was  hard  to  keep  track  of  friends  made  in  college,  so  it  was  always  incredible  to  be  able  to  catch  up  with  one  of  her  favorite  ones  in  the  same  city.  “it  is!  totally  a  good  spot  if  you  wanted  a  quiet  place  to  read.  or  listen  to  e-books.”  she  agreed  with  a  bright  smile.  not  that  she’d  have  the  patience  to  read  books  these  days,  her  short  attention  span  for  thousand-word  articles  more  prominent  these  days.  “we  should  order!  it’s  on  me,  now  that  i  have  an  official  full  time  job  here.”

she  sat  on  one  of  the  adorably  mismatched  chairs,  and  takes  her  backpack  off  the  space  she  reserved  for  jane.  “one  year  is  years  in  my  book.”  prim  jested  before  waving  a  hand.  “ah,  tell  me  about  your  work  here  now!  how  have  things  been?”

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Honestly, Jane is kind of surprised she’s never been to the cafe before, it ticked off most of the boxes she had when it came to finding the perfect place to sit and read or sit and do some work. And if the delectable smells from from the front counter where anything to go by it also ticked off the box for having good snacks too. “Oh you don’t have to do that!” Jane’s quick to reply as she takes her seat, bag dropping to the floor and settling herself down, “Though an official full time job? Oh do tell me more!” She lets out a peel of laughter, shaking her head a little before breathing out a sigh. Mostly because Prim was sort of right, it had felt like years since they’d last seen each other. “The job’s honestly not all that exciting, students are students. Most of them don’t really want to be in the class and the ones that do don’t really care for the details on things. But oh Prim! They give me full access to the library and their archives! They won’t let me take anything away from the building so I end up spending a lot of time there. Which means I don’t really do much else.” Which Jane didn’t mind all that much. Though she couldn’t deny it was nice to get out of the dark room and see an old friend.

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helena.

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          ❝  WAR TIME MEDICINE ?  my ,  you know about that ,  too ?  ❞  laughter echoes from helena’s lips ,  though there’s an uncomfortable sensation in her stomach .  for some reason ,  the word  ‘ war ’  always made her feel some strange type of way .  perhaps it was one of those triggers people so often spoke about ,  but she’d rather not think of it too much .  it probably didn’t matter anyway ,  so was the point in overthinking it ?  it was just a word that caused her great discomfort ,  or so she wanted to believe .

           as jane proceeded to talk about the man ,  helena’s eyes widened in curiosity .  if she said there probably wasn’t a single animal he didn’t know about ,  then it must be true ,  &  that fact was extremely impressive to the socialite .  ❝  wow …  i wish i knew that much about animals .  unfortunately ,  my knowledge is pretty limited ;  the bare basics i would say .  but i guess you’re right , there is something not bad about the dinners …  i do love getting to wear my best dresses  &  jewelry ,  ❞  she laughs again ,  eyes rolling at her own response .  ❝  maybe you could  join me  next time i have something special to attend ?  i’m sure people would be amazed by how much knowledge you have !  ❞  not to mention it would make her feel more comfortable ,  too .

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“Only the basics,” Jane shrugged, wrinkling a little as she thought about the subject. It wasn’t really one of the things she liked to focus on, too dark and dreary and sad. Of course she knew history was full of sad tales, but it was also full of joy and light too and that felt like a better place to put her energy. “It’s an awfully gory subject so I try my best to avoid it.” Tilting her head a little she peers at her friend, tapping her fingers lightly against her mug as she mulled her words over, “But that’s the beauty of life, you can always learn more about animals or any subject if you wanted to!” History might have been her true love but learning was her first. 

A smile stretches across her lips at Helena’s words and she can’t help but laugh a little too as she teases, “And it surely doesn’t hurt that you must always look so stunning in said dresses.” Jane feels her eyes widen a little at the offer and doesn’t even really stop to think about her answer before she’s smiling again, “Oh! That would be so lovely. I never have a reason to get all dressed up.” 

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cass. 

cass’ smile kept growing bigger as jane went on about her passion. it was always nice to hear from someone on topics they actually enjoyed, and she noticed the subtle changes in their demeanor as they did so. cass could appreciate a good conversation, especially one she could actively participate in. “exactly. no one talks enough about the novels and movies that came out during the world wars, or the art made about the trojan war rather than the story.” she felt the tiniest inkling of a headache coming on, so she shook her head and abandoned that topic. “and love letters! so much good content from the soldiers on the front lines.” cass was a sucker for love stories, she freely admitted to that. “just like ignoring your problems until they either get worse or just vanish entirely. schrödinger’s problems.”

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“Oh Cass! The art!” Jane can’t stop herself from throwing one hand in the air in her excitement –– she’s just thankful it’s the hand not holding her drink, she doesn’t need a repeat of that incident –– her torso leaning forwards, “People always glance over the most beautiful aspects of history! It’s enough to make me wish I’d focused more on the art side of it so I could have a list of pieces to tell people to look at.” Not that she’d ever really regret her decision to focus on the more broad expanse of history but there were some days were looking at art felt more appealing. Tilting her head slightly Jane raises an eyebrow at her friend, “Do you have a favourite of the letters?” A laugh bubbles past her lips as she leans back from the table, shaking her head a little, “Schrodinger has a lot of problems.” 

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alex.

at that, alex frowned, flippant attitude slipping slightly and joy at having caught her having to admit to being wrong overshadowed. “ of course i wouldn’t cheat, ” he’s quick to assert back, mildly offended. he may not be willing to put in the work in this particular area, but he still valued hard work. he’d rather fail the entire class than pass through dishonest means of all things. “ i’m uninterested in he subject material, not desperate. ” he didn’t realize she looked that poorly on his character. he didn’t care about her thinking he was lazy or some shit, but he wasn’t particularly keen on a reputation questioning his academic integrity. sighing, he slouched back in his seat slightly, wind blown out of his sails a little. “ no, disappointing people is my thing,” he clarifies, not as bothered by that statement as he probably should be ( or at least staunchly insisting he isn’t ). “ i tend to miss the mark more often than not, but really, is that my fault ? ” honestly, that’s on them for setting their expectations too high in the first place. he supposed it was a little funny to be comparing her to his other TAs, though. he may not be from her department, but even he could admit the faculty in his program were kind of asses. “ i think the fundamental difference is they’re all pompous dicks and you’re not, ” he added helpfully, a hint of a smile. “ i’m pretty sure none of them have actually genuinely enjoyed the material they’re droning on about a day in their life. not that you don’t have your pretentious moments, of course, but it’s a little less grating, ” he made sure to tack on the end. couldn’t have her thinking he was getting too fond

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“Oh, well that's––” she tilted her head slightly, brow furrowing at his burst of energy at her words and what it could possibly mean, “Good to know. I’d hate to think it of you.” Strange that the mention of him cheating caused the most reaction, she thought, and if they had time she might have tried pushing the matter a little, but she hadn’t kept him back for that. Maybe she should try and schedule him in for an official meeting, though she wasn’t sure he’d actually show up. Was tricking a student allowed? “Can I ask why you’re uninterested?” A frown creases her forehead as she frowns at him, not entirely sure what to do with that piece of information from him, this felt very much out of her skill set, “That’s um... a concerning statement.” Jane felt a small sense of smug satisfaction at his words, the business TAs really were all dicks, she was glad it was universally agreed. “Careful Alexander, that sounded an awful lot like a compliment,” she teases, sitting up a little straighter in her seat even as she rolls her eyes at his next words. So close, it almost felt like they were making a little progress there. “Well I can’t understand how anyone finds things like statistics interesting so,” she shrugs once, “And I’m going to ignore the pretentious comment.” Even if it was a little true. But only her friends could call her out on that.

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prim.

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since  her  recent  weird  dreams,  she’s  been  needing  someone  to  talk  to  about  it.  just  for  the  fun  of  the  history  of  it.  or  maybe  some  other  meaning  behind  it.  and  who  better,  really,  to  know  more  about  all  things  ancient  than  her  friend  jane  ?  it  was  rare  to  run  into  her  classmates  back  in  the  UK,  so  she  was  pleased  to  hear  jane  found  her  way  to  new  york  the  way  she  did.  their  classmates  and  professors  never  could  keep  up  with  them,  which  was  just  fine  with  prim.  sometimes  bright  minds  like  theirs  works  faster  than  others.

so  prim  texted  jane,  offering  to  meet  up  at  this  really  nice  cafe  she  liked  hanging  out  called  the  laurel  cafe.  if  there’s  anything  more  fun  than  talking  about  history,  it’s  nerding  about  it  over  a  cup  of  really  good  coffee  and  little  pastries.  prim  sat  by  one  of  those  mismatched  chairs,  placing  her  backpack  beside  her  to  reserve  the  spot  for  jane.  prim’s  face  immediately  lights  up  when  the  door  opens,  and  catches  jane  coming  in.  “jane,  over  here  !  ”  prim  called  out  to  her,  rather  loudly  and  excitedly,  as  she  waved  her  over  to  the  little  nook  spot  in  the  cafe.  she  didn’t  even  care  that  people  stared.  she  was  just  absolutely  pumped  to  see  her  classmate  again.

Bumping into Prim in New York hadn’t been something Jane had anticipated when she’d moved –– though perhaps she should have because she knew in some vague way that the other girl had mentioned something about the city but she’d been a little preoccupied with... everything else. That’s not to say she wasn’t happy to see her, because she was! Extremely so! Even more so when the other woman has suggested they get coffee and catch up. There’s was no one she liked talking all things ancient with then Prim. 

“Hey!” she smiled brightly, waving through chairs and unwinding her scarf from around her neck as she hurried to join Prim at the table she’d found. “This place is cute,” she muttered, eyes roaming around the room before landing back on the other woman.”God I’m so glad we’re doing this! It feels like years since we’ve been able to talk!”

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cass.

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cass could tell when there was a shift in energy, and this was a positive one. so she leaned back slightly, letting jane do the talking and expecting half a lecture that she gave her students. if the university allowed it, cass would’ve attended some of them to show her support. “okay, i don’t like those too much either,” she shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “then again, most history centers around war and conflict, so it’s basically inevitable, right?” the greeks she liked so much waged war just like any other people. she could try to avoid it as much as possible, since she had enough of a war going on inside her head, but it really wasn’t doable at all. “i don’t know, i’ve never been a teacher! but hey,” she smiled mischievously, “if they don’t find out, it’s fine, right?”

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“I know,” she groans, the only thing stopping her from throwing her hands up in the air in frustration being the mug she was holding the coffee inside it. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m all for learning about how the conflicts started and how to avoid reaping the same mistakes but––” Jane bites her lip and shrugs, “People have been doing so much more then just fighting since the beginning, it would just be nice if people were a little more interested in that.” And, she could admit to herself that she found a little worrying the enthusiasm some people seemed to have about the deaths of millions of people through history for one reason or another. Blinking, she pulls herself back to the conversation in time for Cass’ comment and blows out a small laugh, nodding at her, “That’s a pretty good life moto. If know one finds out, it’s fine.”

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ashton.

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Ashton’s stomach was in knots. She didn’t know if it was from this whole blind date or what she was wearing to this date. This is what she gets for impulse buying. Then again, she wasn’t going to deny she looked good. But was it too much for this? She didn’t even know this woman she was supposed to meet up with. And there she was in this elegant red dress, all glammed up for a fancy dinner. This wasn’t usually her. She was a wreck her entire Uber to the restaurant.  After a nice little encouragement from her driver, Ashton felt a little better. She thanked her driver before stepping out in front of Coeurs Affamés. She got a few glances from some other patrons. Ashton ignored them and went up to the hostess. Ashton explained she had special reservations and she was taken back to a table.

Following the hostess, Ashton could see a woman up ahead at a table. That had to be Jane. Instantly  Ashton instantly felt bad that she had to be waiting for her. Ashton walked up to the table, with a shy smile. “Hi. I hope you weren’t waiting too long. I’m like so sorry. ” She took a seat at the table, which was much more difficult in this dress then she thought. “I’m Ashton by the way. Nice to meet you. You look amazing by the way.” She hoped a complement would help her feel better. “Please excuse me, I’m a total mess tonight.”

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When the invitation to the blind date had shown up in her mail Jane had honestly considered cancelling. It wasn’t because she didn’t like Valentines day –– she was fairly neutral on in, though the cheap chocolate on the 15th was pretty good –– or even being set up. It was that she had so much work to do. And the idea of washing her hair and dressing up and redoing her eyeliner three times wasn’t all that appealing. But. Well, Jane really hated the idea of standing someone up. So she’d done a little google search on Coeurs Affamés and then rooted through her wardrobe for a suitable dress, if anything, at least this would be a good excuse to wear her favourite deep purple midi dress and earrings. 

Glancing around the restaurant, fingers tapping lightly on the side of her water glass, Jane almost doesn’t notice the young woman walking towards her in the red dress. Oh, she was glad she’d redone her eyeliner. Smiling lightly she shakes her head at her, “Oh no, don’t worry. I’ve not been here long.” Only a few minuets in fact, but long enough for her worries about the evening to grow a little. “Jane, it’s lovely to meet you as well. Oh,” she looks down her at her dress and up with a shrug, “If I’d known you were going to come in such a stunning dress I would have picked something a little flashier myself.” Waving away her comment Jane tried to put on her best reassuring smile –– the one she used when students came in worried about a finale, “You look amazing, and I pride myself on being truthful so.”

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cass.

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“i personally really like ancient greek and the middle ages. i mean, i don’t really care that much for the nineteen somethings beyond surface level interest.” sure, the disco era fascinated her and it was good to study the world wars for her general development and cultural awareness, but her real interests lay elsewhere. but as long as it was history, she could yell about it with jane, which was honestly a blessing. cass shakes her head, chuckling, because she’s the exact same. “zelda and i had a really fancy coffee machine too, but we got so confused that we just got a new one with one button and a thing that opens where you can put the coffee in. and if we want like a latte, we just add that stuff afterwards. it’s too complicated otherwise!” she shrugged, focusing on her treat for a moment so she could gather her thoughts adequately. “i mean, i guess that’s true. but i only judge after a session, you know.”

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Jane nodded her head, trying to restrain her smile and not get overly excited about the topic. She had always had a soft spot for ancient histories and there was something about ancient Greek in particular that just really caught her heart. “There both such amazing time periods! There’s so much to learn from them that could be helpful today too!” She wrinkles her nose as she puts down her fork to wrap her fingers around her mug, “The only part of the nineteen hundreds that people want to discuss is the wars.” And Jane really didn’t have that much of an interest in discussing that. Letting out a small laugh she raises an eyebrow in amusement at Cass’ story, “Probably for the best. There’s really no need to over complicated something like coffee.” Especially if it was something you needed to even kick start your brain in a morning. Lifting her mug up to her mouth Jane blows across the surface, shrugging one shoulder as she gives her friend a smile, “I only judge my students once they’re out of the classroom. Are we not supposed to?”

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helena.

       ❝  OH ,  IT’S NOT A CURSE .  curses are supposed to be bad ;  as long as you’re wiling to share your discoveries with me ,  i’ll be more than satisfied .  ❞  of course ,  nothing could replace the actual experience of learning something new on your own merit ,  but these conversations with jane were always interesting ,  &  helena was very appreciative of the time she could spend with the other woman ,  even if she felt like perhaps said chit chats weren’t as interesting for jane .  oh well ,  she could only hope it wasn’t the case .

         sipping from her drink as she listened to the other girl spoke ,  head nodding lightly as managed to put a face to the author of jane’s most recent read .  ❝  the historian ,  yes ?   it does sound like a most fascinating read ,  one more people should look into .  i’ll try to find some spare time to check it out …  ah ,  please ,  ❞  a small laugh escapes glossy lips ,  eyes rolling at the thought of her ever boring activities .  sure ,  they may seem appealing to  an outsider ,  but helena found it torturous to have so little control over her life .  perhaps things would change soon ,  somehow .  she could only hope they would ,  the same way she’d been hoping for the past few years .  ❝  there’s hardly anything exciting about dinners with men who are incapable of listening ,  of maintaining a conversation ,  my friend .  they are all the same ,  each just like the one before .  i wish i could show you ,  but my judgement says you’d find it torturous !  ❞

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“Until I start talking about the history of war time medicine, then you might reconsider,” Jane wrinkles her nose a little but a small smile pulls at her lips anyway because she wouldn’t subject that conversation to anyway. War time medicine was definitely not a fun topic. Nodding her head she put her cup down, letting her fingers linger on the heat as she tried her best to hold back all the words fighting to get out of her throat.

“Yes! A natural historian, I don’t think there’s any animal on the planet that he doesn’t know something about. And he’s so passionate about it too! He really makes you want to do better.” She picks up her cup again, blowing gently across the top before taking a sip to stop herself from saying anything more and tilting her head a little to listen to Helena. “Oh I don’t know, there must be something quite fascinating about the dinners,” she smiles a little, fingers tapping on the cup, “Now that doesn’t seem right! Food and you for company? How could anyone ever find that tortuous!” 

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cass.

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cass had never struggled much with history as a subject. sure, she got pulled out of schools left and right, but history and english had been her strongest subjects for years, and she prided herself on that. most of her success was because she was simply interested in those and not in maths or science, but still. “that’s always been something i liked about history, finding patterns and stuff.” she tried a bite of her shortbread, closing her eyes in blissful delight as she savored the taste. “i like oat milk! but i wouldn’t know if it was safe for someone with lactose intolerance. and the machines always look like they have so many settings and buttons…” she shuddered just thinking about being on the other side of the counter. and let alone during a lunch rush, it seemed impossible to keep her head straight while being bombarded with orders. “it is,” she nodded, “one of those faces? well, i don’t know about that…” she also didn’t know how jane would feel once cass had actually predicted her future, since it seemed to be a curse or something. people just scoffed at her and moved on.

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“And once you find the pattern or the key something from a hundred years before suddenly makes sense! So many people get caught up in out recent history that they forget there’s a thousands of years of history from before it too,” Jane bites her bottom lip to stop herself from going on. While she’s sure Cass wouldn’t mind she still knows that not everyone is quite as fascinated by the topic as she is. Which is an awful shame, she thinks, because there’s so much to be learned from their past. Blinking, Jane pulls her mind back to the present and laughs a little at Cass’ comment, “Maybe I need to try it again. My machine has like, three buttons, and I only really know what one does, I’m not sure why they even need so many.” She wrinkles her nose, eyes darting behind her to the rows of machines before back to her friend. She makes a small humming sound as she casually nods her head, cutting off another piece of her cake, “Yes, one of those faces. Lack of judgment.” 

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alex.

honestly, as annoying as the whole conversation was, it was kind of amusing on some level to see how far he could push her before she snapped. alex wasn’t entirely without self awareness — he could see that she was dying to snap something back, to somehow put him in his place. but she was fighting a losing battle with professionalism, and maybe if alex poked just a little more, he could tip her over. “ i believe the end goal of the class is to pass is it not ? and i’m pretty confident in my ability to put in the work to do that, so. ” him getting an A or a C in this class was hardly going to have much of a standing later in his life, so were those extra hours not better spent elsewhere anyway ? and, unfortunately, while her next words were probably an attempt to appeal to his better self, his sense of reason, they were kind of lost on him — he wasn’t really used to people caring. “ well, sorry to disappoint, then, and not live up to your lofty expectations. that’s kind of my thing. ” at least there was a comfort in familiarity, in knowing other people kind of just expected him to disappoint. a lot easier to hit the mark that way. “ you know, that’s probably the first time i’ve ever heard that. most of my business TAs are kind of just there to cash a cheque, make that extra bit that makes grad school worth it. can’t say i blame them. but nobody can say you aren’t committed, at least ” and as far as he knew, TA positions weren’t mandatory anyway.

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“Well––” she opened her mouth to reply, but had to close it just as quickly because he wasn’t entirely wrong with that point. The end goal was for them to walk away with a passing grade, but Jane really wished they’d also walk away actually knowing something. Blowing out a sigh she says, “Well, yes I suppose that is the main goal. But I do hope you know it’s frowned upon to cheat?” God, she really hoped he knew that. Her brow furrows slightly as she takes in his comment, head tilting a little to to side as she regards him thoughtfully. “Not caring it kind of your thing?” She asks, just to make sure she’s understood him correctly here. “About anything?” Jane can’t imagine not caring about things, it feels like such a foreign concept. She rolls her eyes at this comment on business TA’s, suppressing the urge to laugh as well and instead lets herself smile, shaking her head, “Well if you’re comparing me to a business TA then I think I’ve figured out the issue. There’s some very fundamental differences between our classes and also how they’re taught,” she wrinkles her nose, frowning at him as she mutters, “I can’t believe you’ve been comparing me to a business TA.” There was a reason Jane didn’t socialise much with the TA’s outside of her department, and especially not the ones from business, that being they were all kind of asses.

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cass.

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cass broke into a grin when she heard the word ‘exploit’, simply because it was funny in context and she wouldn’t have imagined jane using it that way. so she laughed, but made sure her friend knew it was harmless. “that works so well! and if they give you the argument that it’s all in the past, you can bring up recent examples of history repeating itself and making predictions for the future.”  worst-case scenario, she could send them to cass: she’d give them a nice doomsday prediction to scare them shitless so they’d actually pay attention in class. not that they’d believe her. “oh, that’s kind of awkward,” she said, her voice laced with concern. an emotional teacher or TA never got sympathy, only backhanded comments in the hallways. cass eyed her shortbread, wanting to immediately dive right in, but she kept her composure and reminded herself of her manners. eat like a fucking lady. “for sure, and i’d get all their orders mixed up or accidentally give someone whole milk when they’re lactose intolerant.” she shrugged, finally taking a bite of her treat. “it’s going well, actually. i figured that if i kept my statements vague enough, people actually believe them. or at least pretend to!”

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Picking up her fork Jane pointed it at Cass with grin, dropping one eye into a wink as she did so, “Exactly! You get it! Especially in her current global situation, there are so many comparisons to be made. I’d probably just annoy them into listening.” Jane frowned for a moment at that thought but quickly brushed it aside with a shrug. As long as they were listening she really didn’t mind how she did it. Her fork hovers over her slice of cake as she tries to decide how much to cut off, eyes glancing back up at Cass and huffing out a small laugh at her comment. “There are an awful lot of different types of milk. I’m still not sure how I feel about oat milk,” she muttered, finally committing to driving her fork through her cake and taking a bite as she listened to her friend talk about her job. Most people probably wouldn’t expect Jane to believe in the occult or psychics, but there was an awful lot of history that couldn’t always be explained with science or dug up from the ground. There was no proof that magic wasn’t real after all. “That’s good then, right? I don’t see why they wouldn’t believe you, you have one of those faces,” Jane waved her empty hand a little in the air, “Very trusting.”

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♟& ⛸

♟ – has your muse ever used someone to gain something, whether it’s been power/material possessions/political control/etc?

already answered

⛸ – what sort of hobbies does your muse have? If they do, then do they have a preference for any particular one?

“My mum has been getting on me a lot recently about not having any hobbies. Apparently spending to much time on work and reading things for work doesn’t count. So I bought a jigsaw puzzle. And I’m considering taking up yoga, but I’m not sure I’m flexible enough for that.”

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♟ – has your muse ever used someone to gain something, whether it’s been power/material possessions/political control/etc?

“Not on purpose but I’m fairly sure my families name had something to do with me getting into the university I did. Plus the job I currently have. My family might not be well known in many circles but they’re definitely got a reputation in academic ones.”

☤ – what’s your muse’s health like? Do they keep up with it, or has it degraded over time?

“Well I’d like to say I’m fairly healthy! Sure my caffeine intake is probably a lot to high and I don’t go to the gym enough but I’ve started walking a lot more. And I’ve been trying to avoid getting take out quite as often.”

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☐, ☘

☐ – does your muse feel incomplete? Do they feel whole? Why do they feel whichever way?

“God, does anyone ever feel complete? I constantly feel like a jigsaw puzzle and every time I get close to finishing it, to feeling like I’ve finally reached my final form, I discover I’m still missing five pieces and have to scramble to find them.”>

☘ – how lucky is your muse? Do they believe in luck as a concept, or think it’s a bunch of hooey?

"I think that luck is very... temperamental. And that it’s probably real but you also have to make it yourself. You can’t go through life expecting a higher power to fix things for you, sometimes you have to do stuff yourself. Although I did just avoid it chucking it down with rain yesterday so perhaps luck is on my side.