Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

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It was just that kind of day. Too warm outside to justify making it snow, too... too Sunday to justify actually putting any effort into anything at all. And Jack was bored.

So, really, that made it the perfect day for him to make his way into the common room for the first time, to see what all the fuss was about. It took a bit of poking at buttons, but he finally managed to figure out how to change the channel, and, after a few minutes of clicking through the stations, settled on pretty much the only show that wasn't an infomercial or an afternoon soap opera.

He wasn't entirely sure what those gummy bears were doing, kidnapping the minotaur luchador, but there was something to be said for watching a rocket-powered wrestling bovine bodyslamming the daylights out of the confectionery that slighted him.

Satisfied that he'd found the best thing on the television that morning, Jack settled in with a bowl of ice cream (because why not?) and contented himself to let his brains rot in front of the TV for the first time in his life.

[OOC: Because I would watch the hell out of a Burrito Bison cartoon. Yes indeed. Open!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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Jessica had gotten in some training time earlier, so she was in the mood to just veg out. Fortunately, there was a little thing called "Death Rave" on TV. According to the listing, it was a movie about a serial killer who stalked club kids. After just a few minutes, it was clearly the kind of dumb that made Jessica look it up on her phone. The wiki page said that it was based on a screenplay that was meant to be a cautionary tale, but script rewrites made it a slasher flick instead.

It was when she realized that 'scare kids away from a partying lifestyle that can lead to drug use and pregnancy' turned into 'if you go out partying, this facepainted guy will straight up stab your face with a syringe until you die' that she understood it was a popcorn night.

[OOC: Open, naturally. Movie inspired by typos and twitter. And yes, there will eventually be Death Rave In a Fence, crossing the two franchises.]