Common Room Snark Fest.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits down and turns on one of his favorite TV shows. Crime & Justice: SUV.

He's feeling extra snarky tonight.

And he has popcorn.

Come join the snark.

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[fates_jaye]

Bored out of her ever-loving mind, Jaye plops oto the sofa. "Is it me, or is no one around tonight?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs. "I'm not complaining. Trust me. It's nice to have a quiet night once and a while. What's new with you Jaye? I haven't seen you since the party."

[fates_jaye]

"Absolutely nothing," she says, though she doesn't know if that's good or bad. "Lockheed took his grief out on Little Wooden Boy or something. It was upsetting. And that's my week. You?"

[chasingangela]

"Hey Marty, hi Jaye."

Angela plops herself on the couch next to Marty and affectionately squeezes his hand. "Is this one of those shows where people are always dying horribly?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much the same," Marty said. "But Bonus? No one's threatened to kill me this week. That hasn't happened in a long time."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"No this one is about a crime unit that specifically deals with thefts of Suburban Utility Vehicles." Marty says after giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "It's not as interesting, but I like the detective banter."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye answers that with a little golf clap. "Congratulations. People try to kill you a lot?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye waves over to her.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Threaten yes. Try? Not so much. Thankfully. While it adds a small sense of excitement, I can really do without it at times."

[chasingangela]

"Peopls should steel SUVs. And, like, drive them off bridges," Angela grumbles. "I can deal with detective banter, though."

"So how was your day?"

[chasingangela]

"Hey," Angela says. "Gotten any anthromorphic personifications drunk lately?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs. "Pretty good. Dr. Grissom set a pig on fire. Something about showing how people don't really spontaneously combust. Obviously he's never seen Spinal Tap. Professor Kiddo seems to be back but all we did was sit around and meditate. I'm not sure how that's going to be tested on."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela and Jaye a weird look. "Huh?"

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah, that's gotta get old after a while," she says. "I mean, it's cool on TV, but... Not so much in real life."

[chasingangela]

"Jaye got Death -- the one with the horse -- drunk at Logan's party. She can see him."

[fates_jaye]

"I taught Death about the joy of tequila," Jaye says.

She looks over at Angela. "Not lately, but it's been a slow week."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots came into the common room, laptop and dark glasses in tow.

[fates_jaye]

"Seriously, no one else can see him?"

[chasingangela]

"You have to explain the Spinal Tap thing to me sometime. Kiddo's class sounds weird, but ... I don't know, maybe it's about centering your energy or something?

I had geology and then the newspaper meeting, then creative writing. Oh, and I talked to Ms. Cregh at the Perk. She gave me her cell number if anything ever comes up."

[chasingangela]

"Hey, Broots. Whatcha working on?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Right now? Relaxing."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin came in from his time talking with Duce at the Perk. He had hit that really bad stage when the coffee had just hit a very tired system and was both jumpy and exhausted.

He might not make a lot of sense at the moment but he was afraid to go to sleep.

He popped his head into the common room and smiled to see Marty, Angela and Jaye.

He flung himself down on the couch. "Hey," he said.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it. So how did you did you do on your criminal justice project?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles. "Professor Cregg is a sweetheart. She comes on all tough but deep down she's like big marshmellow."

Marty gives Angela strange look. "You've never seen 'This is Spinal Tap'?"

[fates_jaye]

"Got an anvil dropped on my foot," she says, nodding. "And then got hung up on, probably laughed at. So I have emotional scars to go with the physical ones. You were one of them with the girl road runner bit, right?"