Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the trees were swaying, sure: Atton could tell from his window.

All it did was make him decide it was time to stroll into a common room, ransack all the cupboards for something he could eat, and switch on the television. Maybe find a vid full of babes and things blowing up, like... okay, that one. That one would do.

He sat back with a bowl full of big flat crispy things. There. That would make this the least messed-up, twisted, unbelievably impossible thing that had happened to him since the weekend.

Sure, it wasn't exciting. But then exciting wasn't why he came here anyway.

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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

[alreadyisbeyond.livejournal.com]

Terry had been here a couple weeks now. He had mostly kept to himself due to DEADLINE HELL thanks to still having various suppressed emotions about the way his social life was broken up by leaving the future. Between that and getting the Batcave better set up, he hadn't given himself much time to just hang out in a common room and maybe meet people.

Of course, that also meant he hadn't seen much TV from the present. And tonight he had options. He could either watch average-to-good singers perform in front of judges who seemed to be caricatures of themselves. Or he could watch a generic talent show in front of even worse judges. Or he could watch a documentary about Walt Disney and resist the corporate urge to mock it.

Or he could just flip through the channels randomly and refuse to stop on anything for more than 10 seconds max. Yeah, that seemed to be winning for the time being.

[OOC: Hey, I'm completely out of deadline hell for TWO WHOLE DAYS. I celebrate with a CR.]