Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon. [ 09/07 ].

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One things that definitely held over well into the future was that Saturdays were for being lazy and doing absolutely nothing, but, eventually, especially for teenage boys, the stomach got a little hungry and food had to be procured. So Danny got up, had a nice shower that involved a sim of being a giant radioactive monster stomping on some village...abandoned, of course, only wholesale destruction with no holographic persons harmed, then headed into town to collect what he needed to come back to the dorm room and fix up a feast truly fit for a Saturday. Danny was no cook, by any measure, but there was one thing he would always know how to make.

"Awww, yeaaaaah! Soft tacos!"

Loading up a plate and leaving plenty around that he might make a bot to clean up for him later, he went to crash on the couch and find out what sort of things people watched on Saturday afternoons in the twenty-first century.

He would soon discover that stupid Saturday television was also a thing that had not changed with the millenia, either.


[[ I HAVE A SATURDAY OFF. This is historical, guys. Open common room is open. Soft tacos for everyone! ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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So Scott had survived his first week at boarding school without so much as a scratch, let alone being eaten by a troll.

... Although he hadn't exactly dismissed his roommate's plan to bargain for their safety from them, because it didn't hurt to be safe, okay?

Anyway, he was celebrating a successful first week just as any other teenage boy would: with plenty of pizza and a marathon of Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out.