Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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In the common room today, Topher was on the couch with a pint of ice cream. However, recovering from a breakup he was not -- instead, the ice cream was pressed to his eye, which had really freaking hurt ever since that freak had punched him the other day. For nourishment, he had a heap of food on the table beside him.

Well, "nourishing" was a little strong. Also, it was not his. Some of it even had people's names on it.

Topher's logic was that it tasted the same whether it was his or not, so who cared?

He had snacks, he had something cold for his eye, he had a comfortable couch, and the TV was on. Of course, it appeared to be playing children's cartoons, but that didn't stop him from snorting with laughter every few minutes whenever the sponge and the starfish tried to break into the squid's house.

What? It was a funny show!

B Movie Marathon, Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday afternoon and on into the night

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Today, the table in the fifth floor common room was covered with all kinds of (moddable) snacks. Pretzels, popcorn, chips, candy, you name it. There was punch, of the dubious red and fizzy variety, with a lump of sherbet floating in it. There were 2-liters of every kind of soda imaginable. And there was a stack of pizzas, piping hot and greasy.

But all of that was backdrop.

Because the focus of the attention in the room was the television -- not the normal common room tv, which had been set off to the side, but Squall's giant high-def flatscreen and surround sound system. When you HAD money, you might as well use it, after all. Squall had enlisted the help of the Internet to rent some of the best worst B movies ever made, and they were going to be presented to anyone who stopped by in the highest definition picture and sound quality available.

Scheme 10 From The Galaxy was in there, of course, along with Orc II, but the very first movie hadn't actually appeared on any of the online lists, and it was only by chance that he'd stumbled across it.

On the screen, some sort of asthmatic fiend shambled down the same stretch of hallway over and over. It wasn't scary. It wasn't campy. In fact, the reason the movie hadn't appeared on the internet lists was probably that it was so bad that it wasn't even good-bad, it was just bad. And yet, Squall sat on the couch with a grin on his face, enjoying himself.

Yes, Squall. That Squall. Smiling. Look, it was his birthday, he was allowed, okay?

(Open common room is open!)