2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon

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Travis was hungry. There hadn't been any food to find in his room so he'd made his way down a long hallway until he found a place that looked like a living room. It wasn't his living room but it had couches and chairs and a television and, best of all, a refrigerator.

Travis darted over to it, using both hands to tug on it so it'd pop open. Then, he stuck his head in, looking for something, anything. Maybe some cake? Cake sounded good but he was only finding things like eggs and milk and healthy stuff.

"Come on!" Travis moaned to no one in particular. He kept looking and finally found a piece of pizza from one of the many times the pizza boy had delivered too much. Gratefully, Travis grabbed the slice and took it out. He was already eating it when he climbed up onto the couch and turned on the television.

Cartoons time!

[Open, yes]

4th floor common room, Saturday morning

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Ichabod had woken up early and had decided to spend the morning enjoying a long breakfast, possibly while mocking whatever strange things was on the television. Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, he had little food left, which was why breakfast ended up being tea with several strange flavours of ice cream. Well, he also stole some bread and jam from someone else, hoping they wouldn't notice.

He had come across television programs aimed at children before, of course, but this morning they were everywhere, it seemed. They were also somewhat disturbing in Ichabod's opinion; loud, with bright colours and lacking in content. He ended up watching one which made his eyes hurt but even more oddly, he found himself talking back to the characters, as that was clearly what one was supposed to do. What strange thing to teach innocent children!

[Open CR. Ichabod doesn't know it yet, but he will babysit any weetiny students showing up. Not because he enjoys it, but because it is the proper thing to do. He'd feel guilty if anyone got hurt.]