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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning
Monday, September 17th, 2012 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitably_heroicMonday morning, and he didn't have a damn thing to do - it was days like this Atton was actually glad he'd signed on to be a student over anything else. Nothing he had to do, no place he had to be, and a common room stocked full of food: that was the right way to do it.
He crashed out on the couch and groped around for the remote. He was starting to develop some real affection for Earth television, terrible as it was; he was going to enjoy himself zapping from one channel to the next and--
Wait, that was a card game.
He jumped back a channel. Yep. That was definitely... "Interdimensional Poker Stars?" Atton muttered, squinting. "...What is that?" Furry thing. Looked vaguely familiar.
He shrugged and settled back. Interdimensional poker tournament full of bizarre creatures from other universes? Sure. Bring it on.
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He crashed out on the couch and groped around for the remote. He was starting to develop some real affection for Earth television, terrible as it was; he was going to enjoy himself zapping from one channel to the next and--
Wait, that was a card game.
He jumped back a channel. Yep. That was definitely... "Interdimensional Poker Stars?" Atton muttered, squinting. "...What is that?" Furry thing. Looked vaguely familiar.
He shrugged and settled back. Interdimensional poker tournament full of bizarre creatures from other universes? Sure. Bring it on.
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