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Second Chance Meme!

Okay, rocks fell, everyone died. Too bad, valiant meatshippers! But the good news is that you've all be reincarnated!

...as baseline humans on modern Earth.

Maybe you're waiting at a coffee shop, and you spot someone out of the corner of your eye that looks strangely familiar. Maybe instead of strangers from universes far apart, you and your close CR are now childhood friends who have always been together. Maybe you meet a former enemy as a friend, or a former friend is now a bitter enemy.

Are you a college student? A high-powered lawyer? A kindhearted schoolteacher?

What would your life have been like had you been born under different circumstances, and you met your fellow crew once again? If you had a second chance? Would you still fall into the same habits, be a victim of the same misfortunes? or would you use the opportunity to be someone completely different?

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Will frowned. "The one thing I don't carry with me, equipment for heating up the heating pack. Here, take these with you."

Enough disinfectant and bandages were passed over to take care of all her wounds. He still studied her curiously, wondering what she could have been up to.

"If you're not into track team, then, what are you studying for?"

Ronnae took them and nodded, "Thank you very much." She did her best to treat the scratches and bruises.

"I'm an Engineering major over at the nearby college."

Will perked up at the sound of that. "Oh, maybe that's where we've seen each other before! So am I. Do you like it so far?"

"Oh, ummm w-well I'm a freshman, jus' got accepted this semester... after much hassling with the financial services..." She added bitterly but changing her demeanor back to cheerful again.

"I really do love it, I did everything I could to get in, so I'm really happy, I've loved building stuff ever since I was a kid, kind of a Lego, Technic, and Mindstorms kind of gal... I was that oddball not playing with dolls I guess." She said with a cheery laugh.

Everything Ronnae said interested him more and more. He scooted closer, eagerly listening. She sounded like someone he would've loved to spend time with.

"We could've built so many things as children," Will grinned. "I was similar. My parents had to hide every tool in the house if they didn't want me constructing something. It's been great to learn more, and to help others in the shop."

Ronnae giggled and nodded in agreement, "It would have been nice not being the only one sitting in the 'boys corner' with all the building blocks. I'm really working hard now that I finally have a chance to attend a good college and get my Masters. I really want to do this for a living, it's so much fun."

"No one else wanted to play with the building blocks? I guess they really weren't hands-on creative types." Will would've been in that corner, not a question about it.

He nodded. "I graduated from high school early, and I've been doing the same. I've always wanted to be more useful. But...hey, would you want to study together sometime? Help each other toward the degree?"

Will has no clue why he's letting her in so easily. It's happening before he can stop himself.

The suddenness certainly caught her off guard and for a moment she felt defensive... But that gnawing feeling that she should trust him slowly built up yet again the more she stares into his eyes.

She had promised herself that she'd live out her life better now that she wasn't at home... Maybe this was a chance to do so?

A blush rose on her cheeks as she looked down for a moment before nodding, "I... I'd r-really like that. It would certainly help, after all two heads are better than one right?"

Will wondered at the hesitation he seemed to sense from her. It made sense, given that she was just attacked, but...those things were common, weren't they?"

"Then we'll give it a try. They're just textbooks and practical tests, we won't be slaying any terrifying monsters."

He folded his hands over his lap, thinking back on what had to be done for the day. "Anyway, where were you going when they started following you? We can find a way to get there if you'd like."

"I was on my way back to my dorm room... I guess it's better that they didn't find out where I lived..." She sighed and looked up at him, a worried expression but a smile slowly rose on her lips.

"If... if you d-don't mind... I'd r-really like the escort."

That could easily be arranged. Will nodded, gathering up his things and preparing to walk her home. He extended a hand.

"All right, we'll go at your pace. It's okay if you need to stop for anything or change directions."

She smiled, taking his hand a bit timidly, "T-thanks again... I'm sorry to have troubled you. I promise, if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."

With that, they soon were on their way to her room. It felt odd... walking with someone, she had always been sort of a loner, generally too afraid to make friends. The ones she did have, she cherished greatly however.

They finally made it to a single room apartment in the campus area. She stood in front of the door, and soon enough opened it, the set of keys dangling of a keychain that had more cutesy keychains than keys.

"You... y-you can step in if you'd like. Maybe you'd like something to drink?"

"You don't owe me anything, I was happy to help," Will assured her, largely falling into a watchful silence for the journey. He wouldn't let anything else jump out to hurt Ronnae, not this time.

He hesitated at the doorway, looking faintly worried. "Are you sure you want me to, after what happened today? I wouldn't want you to feel unsafe."

She smiled shyly, pressing her fingers together, "I figure, if you had wanted to do something to me, you would have done so in the secluded park instead of campus grounds... And you've been nothing but nice to me."

Taking a quick breath she smiled, "So yes, I'd like to. After what you did it's the least I could do. Besides, might as well get used to my study partner right?" She laughed a bit.

"Affirmative," he cheered lightly.

That made sense to him. Will entered and closed the door behind him, finally able to relax. It was nice here...comfortable, even.

"Does anyone else live here?"

She shook her head, "No... my parents didn't want me to live with a roommate... So they spent the very unnecessary amount of money to get me one of the more expensive single suites."

Making her way into the fancy kitchen, she looked through the refrigerator real quick. "I really don't understand why they did it... We can hardly afford the college and they decided I must have a room like this..." She sighed as the sounds of things being shifted are heard.

"Cola, water, milk, root beer, strawberry juice, and oj...." She paused for a moment frowning. "There's also a six pack of beer from some jerk I met during orientation... I was going to toss it away but I figure I might as well give it to the neighbors or whatever."

Ronnae's parents must've been quite protective. Billy wondered as he stood just outside the kitchen, looking around at the house's items.

"Root beer's fine. I definitely don't need to drink anything hard right now. And...well, do you wish you were allowed to have a roommate?"

Root beer it was then, she pulled out two glasses, the root beer and the strawberry juice and some ice. "Well... I guess it would had been nice. Meeting someone new that is. But I've never been very social anyways. It just felt like something new and exciting."

She poured some ice into a chilled glass and filled it considerably with root beer before stopping. "Want a float?" She asked as she left it open for him to answer so there'd be space for the ice cream if he said yes as she began to work on her own drink. Pouring ice into the blender and the strawberry juice with some fresh strawberry she picked from a basket.

"I haven't been social either, to be honest. But I've met great people in the Engineering school. I'm meeting another one right now, actually."

How did he guess she would choose the strawberry juice?

"It's been a long time since I've had one," Will answered, smiling faintly. "Sure!"

She thought for a moment before a blush rose on her cheeks as she processed the comment.

"T-thanks... I'm n-not that great but I do work really hard~"

She took some ice cream from her freezer and lopped a nice big scoop, placing it on his drink and smiling. It looked so good~! She'd make herself one later.

Once the blender stopped, she poured herself her strawberry smoothie and grabbed both drinks, heading to the living room with a smile.

"Take a seat, they're really comfy~ I guess I can't really complain about the furniture... this place was definitely made for someone with money." Much unlike her.

She shrugged and sat on the long, comfy couch and relaxed, placing a straw on her and his drink and laying a spoon on a clean plate that sat on the small table in front of the couch.

"Hope you enjoy it~" She mused happily as she took a sip of her drink.

"And working hard makes greatness!"

Will wasn't quite used to material comforts either. He rushed to help her with the glasses, of course, but looked a little awkward in the large plush seating. It was nothing like the workbench he called home.

One sip confirmed: "I do, it's great. Thanks again, Ronnae."

He thought to himself as they enjoyed their drinks. All this comfort...didn't seem like the environment she would feel best in.

"Then I suppose I shouldn't show you my place. It's essentially nothing more than a glorified workshop, parts everywhere."

"That actually sounds like a perfect hang out spot. Gears, grease, parts, the whirling, buzzing, sizzling sounds of machines working to make great things~" She said happily, almost in awe.

A small giggle escaped her lips before she took another sip. "It'd be pretty cool if I could set up a small workshop here. But it's against the rules and such."

"They require a minimum level of cleanliness?"

Will wrinkled his nose. That sounded like a place he never wanted to live in. Who needed all that when you could have grease?

"I love it too. You can visit the workshop whenever you want, actually---there's always room for more, and you probably have ideas I'd never think of."

He sipped his float happily, confident that this was true.

"Hey, great minds can produce great things right? That's why everyone wanted the best scientists and inventors on their side." She smiled, enjoying the moment she was having with this once complete stranger who came to her rescue. It's odd how life works doesn't it? And yet, it all feels very right.

"Exactly."

Will finally seemed relaxed. He looked around the area curiously, searching for more clues about his new study partner.

"What kinds of projects are your favorites, then? Do you have anything you've always wanted to work on?"

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