Bored in the Second Floor Common Room

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Cally is suffering from an acute case of boredom. She hasn't heard back from either person she's contacted today, and hasn't really done anything other than read::

::She lies down on a couch in the second floor common room, flipping through the pages of her latest novel, still "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym"::

::Someone, Anyone, Please save her from this horrible book::

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

(ooc- I have no idea where Paige in meant to be right now but let's assume no where!)

*Paige notices Cally and goes in to see how she's doing, she looks very happy* Hey Cally what you reading?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sets her book down, pages open, on her chest::

Nothing terribly interesting. Been a little cannibalism and gore, but it's kinda... boring on the whole. ::sighs, then smiles::

How're you doing? Anything interesting happen recently?

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie comes up to the second floor common room and sits down in a chair nearby, fiddling with a small bit of knotwork.

"Hello, Cally."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Hey Archie.

::looks down at her book, and back up at Archie::

You've been a sailor, right?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*is bored, comes in and starts flipping through Saturday Night TV; is trying to sort out stuff in her head, but needs background noise to make it work*

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Oh... hey Parker. ::chews her lip::

Whatcha watching? Anything good?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka drops in and notices that Cally is flopped on the couch she and Angelus had... She shakes her head, and sighs figuring it's been cleaned.

"Hey Cally. Got your message. What're you up to?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Shhhhhh. We're plotting. Don't ask. Don't tell.


_{[ooc: Back in a few hours, sorry, bad timing.]}

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Nothing, really... just sorta hanging out.

::bites her lower lip::

Shep sent me flowers.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks in looking fairly bored and sits down, swiping the remote from Parker and changes the channel to the Food Network.

"Hey Cally. How's the campaign going?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::smiles::

Goin' alright, I guess. I'm gonna hand out stickers next, I think. Just to make sure I keep my name out there... I'm trying to stagger things so I don't look over eager or something.

So how's... things?

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique wanders in cautiously, eyeing the TV and looking for a soft chair.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::waves to the girl she's never seen before::

Uh, hi! I'm Cally.

[chasingangela]

Angela commandeers the TV and switches the channel to "Saturday Night Live."

"I can't believe this is still on the air," she mutters.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey! What was wrong with Iron Chef?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Dear God. Emeril. Kill me.

*flip flip flip flip*

Poker, no, news, no, Historical Nazi Channel....

*squints*

Is it just me, or does that guy in the black trenchcoat look familiar?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::cocks her head slightly, narrowing her eyes::

I think... who do you think it looks like?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Swipes remote back*

"We were watching SNL (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/137373.html?thread=4198557#t4198557) Parker. Rude much?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet wanders upstairs from where he's been in town, and stops in the common room to see what's going on.*

What are you watching?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Always rude. The timid can suffer my sneers.

Fine, le's watch the old people's comedy. Gah.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*glares*

*Abruptly has a weird moment where she wonders if Marty looks like Rob Gordon naked*

*represses this thought immediately*

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan wanders into the room and stops to stare at the tv in annoyance before flopping herself on the floor. "Why is SNL on? Isn't there anything decent on?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

No. The Food Channel went to Emeril, the Nazi Channel was showing our pubkeeper, and the news is depressing.

Want to deface public property?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Eventually, the Five Who Went Rooftopping all ended up back at the lounge, flipping channels again, and trying to look innocent.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

That was a lovely dinner out. Thank you for paying the bill for that, Miss Parker.