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4th Floor Common Room
Wednesday, January 16th, 2019 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revengenotebookParis had successfully popped microwave popcorn (no horrible scorching smell! You're welcome, rest of the fourth floor!) and settled onto the sofa for a mostly unproductive evening flipping channels until she found a decent documentary.
What she discovered--on every channel--was some sort of singing competition where people in huge, masked, costumes sang and the judges guessed who they were? Or something?
"What fresh hell is this?" Paris demanded to the universe at large, slumping onto the sofa with extremely poor grace.
[OOC: I am bored and have never seen even one episode of this show. Mod with great abandon!]
What she discovered--on every channel--was some sort of singing competition where people in huge, masked, costumes sang and the judges guessed who they were? Or something?
"What fresh hell is this?" Paris demanded to the universe at large, slumping onto the sofa with extremely poor grace.
[OOC: I am bored and have never seen even one episode of this show. Mod with great abandon!]