Sunday Night: 2nd Floor Common Room

After returning from Chicago and checking in on Angela, Marty collapses in the common room and flips on the TV to watch "Mr. What." It's the story of a time travelling alien who looks human, speaks with an english accent and travels through dimensions and time in what looks like a refrigerator box.

Tonight Mr. What is battling the Dollex with the help of Daisy and Shack.

[OOC: Feel free to sit down and watch.]

[identity profile] ten-and-chips.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
((Hilarity ensues.))

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Your taste in TV is highly questionable. Or is this considered good?" Introductions? Who needs them?

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Riiiight. He travels in a refrigerator?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"...Right. How was your weekend? The school was oddly quiet, I'm worried that it's planning something."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna thought about that for a moment. "Slept? Worked out, bought presents. How was, um, Chicago?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"How much is a bunch? And...toast? But good to hear you guys had fun!"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna blinked. "Ow. Who was sleeping in the tub? Usually, if it gets to be that many people, we just sleep in the open. But that's because usually that's an army and is of around a couple hundred people."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine. It's not like I've got much else to do, with half my classes going missing. Oh, can I ask you a small favor?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to be gone for a week starting next Friday. Unreachable and all that. Keep an eye on the school? Or are you leaving as well?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2005-12-12 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Home." Alanna said glumly. "As a boy. I'm just hoppin that noone forces me to visit Trebond, otherwise I have no idea how long I'll be gone."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Wes wanders by. "Oh, I loved this when I was growing up. Look! There's that same quarry again!"

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Wes perches on the couch. "What do you mean, cheesy? This is great art!"

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Wesley sneers. "I'll have you know, that's the best technology the BBC can buy!"

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Could be LOTS worse. At least this is one of the good Misters. Did you see the Mister with the scarf? Or the one with the bloody cricket jacket and the pocket full of asparagus? No, no, give me the classics any time."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"See? Cardboard! Now if it had been vacuum-formed plastic, modern space-age materials... it wouldn't have been at all the same, would it?"

My mother knitted me that scarf when I was six. I didn't hear the end of it until I left school.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"No. Cheesy is Flash Gordon. This is Art."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't have liked the scenery at the Globe, either, but Shakespeare did all right with it. Plot is everything. Language is everything. Nothing else matters."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/ 2005-12-12 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wes suddenly realizes that he's being vehement. In public, no less. He leans back into the sofa and pays intense attention to the Big Fridge.

((and I'm off to sleep. See you!))