5th Floor Common Room, Sunday night

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Bruce made his way over to the common room, curious to see if there would be any change in the television's treatment of him as part of his final year on the island. He turned it on only to find...

Football. Plain, simple, American football.

"Preseason football?" Bruce asked himself. "That's even more pointless than what I usually get." Bruce was apparently not a fan of exhibition games. He was so focused on his standard television challenge that he barely realized there was cake on the coffee table with a sign next to it saying, "Free cake."

As such, he didn't know where it came from. But he wasn't going to try it, just in case it was a trap.

[OOC: My only excuse is that I'm kind of tired. I don't even know. Anyway, open CR.]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening | 8/28

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Freddie had enjoyed the welcome picnic yesterday quite a bit. He'd even met a cute girl, which was a definite plus. But today he was in his floor's common room, trying out a very special recipe from home.

Spaghetti tacos.

He was making more than enough to share, but for right now he was chilling in the kitchen as he ladled out the spaghetti into the taco shells.

The TV was tuned to an episode of Celebrities Underwater, which Freddie was also happy to find on the TVs here. It was like a little slice of home. Minus Carly, Spencer, and his mom.

"Wow, I had no idea Flea could hold his breath that long," he remarked, filling another delicious spaghetti taco.

[ooc: Open post! Spaghetti tacos are just that: taco shells filled with spaghetti. Canonically delicious.]