5th Floor Common Room: Sunday afternoon

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy had spent more money than she'd ever imagined spending yesterday - a great set of new tools, ammunition for her guns, enough new books to last for ages, some nice new clothes (including a couple of gorgeous dresses and some really nice lingerie), and a bunch of other odds and ends both for herself and for other people she knew. The rickshaw driver who'd brought her back to the dorms had been kind enough to help carry all of it up to the fifth floor (for a handsome tip) and she'd slept the sleep of the happily shopped out.

Today she was stretched out on the couch with QVC on the TV and her laptop on her lap for some internet shopping. There were so many amazing things available and she kept finding little things she just had to get for herself and various others.

Also, there would soon be loads of all sorts of food arriving.


[OOC: Open like a common room! Come in and have Mercy but something for you - or mod something she got for you yesterday!]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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Alec wasn't thrilled that he appeared to be running in slow motion this weekend. Since he didn't listen to radio as a rule, and especially not on the day of the week that it made the least sense (i.e., today), he wasn't sure what was going on, except that if the loud noises from other rooms was anything to go by, he didn't seem to be the only person afflicted.

Whatever that meant.

So he and his slowness and his newfound math skills made their way to the common room, where he settled disgruntledly on the couch and turned on the TV to the first channel that came up.

Which, it turned out, was a game show on which the contestants stood in a circle, were quizzed on trivia, and got dropped through a hole in the floor whenever they got something wrong. Alec didn't understand the point of the show at all, but he was having a weirdly easy time answering all the questions, and found himself rattling the answers off aloud right before the people on the show got them wrong.

"Three hundred twenty-four and two-ninths," he recited, just as the person on the screen complained, "What is wrong with you?" to the woman asking the questions and shrieked as she was dropped through the floor.

Bizarre.