Third Floor Common Room - [After Classes]

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For a change of pace, Neil found himself out in the common room with his books laid out near the sofa for studying. He had plenty of homework it seemed and he was starting to go back over his notes, organizing them in anticipation of mid-terms and finals.

You could never start studying too soon! Plus it gave him a reason to wear his old, comfortable, ratty flannel study shirt.

He'd made himself a grilled cheese sandwich for some brain food and on a lark had flipped on the TV for some background noise, which is how he got sucked into the story of some cute little masked mammels who lived on the Kalahari.

It seemed to be fashioned after a soap opera.

[ooc: open]

Cheerleader Practice - Gym - Wednesday afternoon

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Z ducked into the gym, ostentatiously scanning the room, peering behind mats and whatnot. When she was satisfied, she went back to the door and told Molly, "Okay, it's clear."

Molly bounced into the gym. "This is so exciting!" she said and went to get the mats and equipment set up for practice. "Oh! We should have gotten someone to act as an assassin or a kidnapper or something! That would have made it even more exciting!"

"That can be arranged." A second Z suddenly appeared, struck a dramatic pose, and announced, "I'm here to kidnap you!"

"Not on my watch, you're not!"

Cue a rather goofy battle of the Zs. After Z reabsorbed her replicate, she said, "Okay, so that was kind of lame, but it was short notice?"

Molly started laughing as soon as the second Z showed up. By the time the battle was over, she was sitting on the mats watching and cheering, hoping she was cheering for the right Z.

She stood up and applauded loudly when they were done. "My hero!" she called, striking a simpering pose.

Z dusted off her hands, adjusted her sunglasses, and said, "No need to thank me, ma'am. It's all in a day's work." Then she moved to resume her 'bodyguarding' position at Molly's back.

Molly finished setting up for practice and waited for more people to show up. When it looked like most everyone was there, she stood up again.

"I didn't get a chance to say on Saturday, but you guys were awesome! Buffy is going to be so pleased when she gets back. If we keep this up we'll have no problem winning another competition next semester.

"Also, if you guys have any ideas for stuff you want to do outside of practice, just let us know."

[[OOC: Pre-played with the fantabulous multiplez. Please wait for OCD is done.]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon into the Evening

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There was an air of menace hanging over the common room. An eau de danger, if you please. As if dust particles should be floating around and very masculine man in large hats and spurs should move into view to do battle at any moment.

Instead, Jeff ambled into the room, holding a stack of DVDs close to his body. "You are not beating me," he informed his opponent firmly. "I am the king of these movies."

Andrew snorted and hugged his own stack of DVDs closer to his side. Reaching up to adjust his sunglasses he replied, "You may be the king of those movies, but they are of a lesser kingdom - a kingdom with rocky soil where everyone herd scrawy sheep and eats tiny potatoes and stuff. My movies are the stuff of legend. Empires rise and fall at the whim of these films."

"That's not true," Jeff countered, gesturing wildly, "Mine have empires too, and they've got puppies in them! And naked women screaming. And really big monsters who can eat your head and still return back home in time for supper. Legends are built on these movies! Legends of globules chasing girls into cars that explode under the force of a million killer potatoes! Your films are no match for the killer potatoes."

"My films are going to rain down phytophthora infestans on your film." He nodded, trying to exude an air of cool. "That's, um, potato blight," he added.

Jeff just pointed a warning finger in his face. They sat down on the couch. It was weirdly coordinated.

[ wait for the geeky, geeky ocd online ]

Third Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.

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It was Wednesday. It was around seven o'clock. Guess what Chad was doing. Go on. Guess.

And his girl was kicking butt so far. It called for popcorn to go along with the victory. He almost hated his growing addiction to this show, but...come on. Models.

[[ open as such posts always are ]]