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*Will enters, a mostly-empty rucksack on his back. In one arm is cradled an irregularly shaped bundle wrapped in a faded t-shirt, gleaming gold where the t-shirt has slipped a little. He sees Bran, and grins, and heads over to join him.*

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Cally walks by, noticing Will also carries a backpack with him, she smiles at him a bit shyly.

*Will returns the smile, his round face open and friendly.*

Hullo.

"Hello," she holds out her hand. "I'm Cally. Do you come to the bar to do your homework?" she asks, indicating his rucksack.

*laughs* Can't decide if that would help or hurt, with all the distractions here. But, no, it's a present for a friend, is all. Belated birthday.

*Cradling the harp in his left arm, he shakes hands.*

Will Stanton.

Cally smiles. "Oh, that's nice," she says of the gift.

She frowns slightly. "I wouldn't find it particularly conducive myself, but the music wouldn't go away until I came to Milliways. And I have to get my homework done some time, so it came along with me. Bit annoying really," she gives a rueful glance at the bar door.

"Pleased to meet you, Will."

*smiling, in automatic polite response* Likewise.

*tilts his head*

The music?

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. That didn't make any sense, did it?" She frowns once more. "A strange tune plays every time I come to...here. I come through a mirror, and it's as though the music makes the mirror work. It calls me, the music does, and doesn't go away until I comply. At least, that's how it was the last two times."

*Will nods, slowly, looking thoughtful.*

*a little vaguely* Interesting.

*less vaguely, but stil thoughtful* And not your own magic, I take it, or not on purpose at least.

*a sudden flash of smile*

Sorry. I'm not trying to interrogate you or anything. Just curious, is all.

Cally suddenly looks at Will a bit curiously. He looks younger than her by at least a few years, but he doesn't exactly act that way.

"No, no, not by my own magic." She smiles suddenly, at little sadly. "I haven't even thought of it as being magic, but I suppose that's what it is. Walking through a looking-glass isn't exactly science."

She smiles more brightly. "No, no, that's quite all right. I'd be terribly curious, too. I am, in fact. You must be from England, but I don't think from mine, perhaps...."

*tilts his head*

No, perhaps not. It's hard to be certain, around here.

*amiably* England, though, certainly. A little village in Buckinghamshire, to be specific, and 1977. How about you?

I'm attending the University near London," she says, adding some year that is not particularly recognizable to the 'regular' Earth.

*Will blinks*

All right. Not the same indeed, I think.

What do you study?

Cally sighs a little. She was hoping she'd meet someone from her own world.

Brightening again, she says, "I'm majoring in International Studies, with a minor in Linguistics. I hope to be a diplomat some day."

Cally and her mun sit upon any further enthusiasm on the subject.

"You are in...high school, I am guessing?"

*with genuine interest* Oh, fascinating!

High school, yes. For another few years yet, I'm afraid.

"I enjoy it," Cally says, looking back down at her bag, reminded of her homework.

"Do you know what you want to major in?" She grins suddenly. "Or have I become just one of a number of people constantly asking you that question?"

*Will laughs*

No, not constantly, thank heaven. Oh, gosh. Anthropology, I think perhaps. But I'm really not certain, yet.

"Anthropology," Cally nods. "I touched a bit on that in linguistics, but only the language part. Fascinating stuff, all that. The past interests you, then?"

*shrugs*

The past, yes. And the present and future and all of it, really. What humans think about themselves, and the world. The stories they make.

Cally nods. "That's very important to understand," she says seriously. "Perhaps if everyone was interested in learning such things, people would get along more."

She seems to suddenly recall the bag she's fiddling with.

"I'd better run," she says with an apologetic smile. "Now that I've been here, I'm sure the music has stopped in my flat so I can do my homework now. It was nice meeting you Will."

She smiles and walks out the bar door and back into her flat.

*soberly* Maybe. I hope so.

*then, cheerfully polite* All right. Good luck with the homework.

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