Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[thatsweirdright]

It really had only been weeks since Jason had found himself with things like friends and a purpose in life. So, yeah, he'd been pretty resentful of the fact that he was suddenly being shipped off to the other side of the country. Had been prepared to hate it here, in fact.

And what he was finding was... it really wasn't so bad. Actually, he was kind of enjoying himself. He was also enjoying the free pizza that had arrived in the common room shortly after he had wandered in and started flipping through channels. He'd tried to explain to the delivery guy that it wasn't his, but the guy had just shrugged and left all the pizza there. "This kinda thing happens a lot," was all he'd said. "Don't worry about it. It's in the budget."

So he had free pizza and a movie called Pirates: A Fight Dance Story. He wasn't really sure if there was a plot beyond the amazingly choreographed fight/dance numbers, but it was oddly entertaining in its own way.

[ooc: open, if you'd like!]