Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had only intended on making a quick foraging expedition before heading to the salle, but someone had left the television on (or it had turned itself on, you never knew), and there was this thing about a desert, and a train, and this man stealing jewels and going over the sand on a board.

And then the jewel thief was sweaty, wearing a lot less and dancing quite flexibly, along with a number of other half-naked people who were also flexible, and much as she might deny it sometimes, Cara wasn't made of stone, so she sat down to watch. When they cut to a bunch of completely unrelated people on a river somewhere, she kept watching in the hopes the attractive, flexible dancers came back.

[Open common room is open. Cara is being completely confused by watching Dhoom 2. Please distract me from the fact I fail at 3ds max before I start pulling my hair out.]

Third Floor Common Room, Monday evening

[monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com]

So, the trip to Hell had been a bust. Bucky had spent the whole time strapped to some loser, so he hadn't been able to do anything fun. Or anything clever, or sneaky.

So now he'd had to rip up the big glitter-covered "DEMAN B@BY 4 SALe" sign he'd spent hours making. Maybe he'd get a chance to kidnap one NEXT time they went to Hell. Life sucked.

At least there were other things to distract himself with. For instance, his new invention, the... well, he wasn't sure what it was going to be, just yet. He'd gotten out a toolbox and completely disassembled the common room's blender, and then stapled some of the pieces to a stale fruitcake and tied it all up with string. This was going to change the world, he was sure of it -- he just needed to figure out what it was, first.

(Open common room is open!)