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Second Floor Common Room (still hangover survivors' mecca)

Rory glanced at the TV, and then around at the multitude of bored, hungover faces.

"Hey, we should play a game," she proposed lazily from her chair. "Like, one where I don't have to move. Truth or Dare, anyone?"

[ooc: Open to anyone either in the common room already or just passing through. The other post is just omg almost 500 comments as it is. :)]

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"Assuming no previous commitments?" Archie winks rakishly at Parker. "I would be honored and pleased."

"Thank you, Mr. Kennedy," she says sweetly, crossing her ankles. "I appreciate your consideration."

Jaye glares, omg.

"Too bad you have a previous commitment," Rory smiles apologetically. "You need to stay for Jaye's dare, Archie. You're kind of an important player in it."

"Ah. Yes." Archie crosses his arms and grins broadly. "Now, about this lapdance I'm supposed to be getting."

Rory smiles. "Yes, it's a fun custom that I bet you're not used to. To explain it would take away half the fun. Just let Jaye show you."

Jaye whimpers. "I hate you all," she announces as she stands up.

As lap dances go, there have been better. In fact, Jaye is spazzy and hung over, and keeping her clothes on, by the way, and most of what she can think to do were pageant moves. If there have ever been lap dances that have included jazz hands, she hasn't heard of them.

When she's finished, she plops back onto the sofa, bright red. "I will find a way to get back at you all. One by one. and if I can't get at you, then your children should watch the hell out. And when I die, I'll become Freddy Krueger and come back after you." She looks at Archie. "You're safe, though, don't worry."

Parker is shaking with silent giggles, both hands over her mouth, and there are tears streaking out of her eyes. "Not. Having. Kids. So. Safe," she gasps out.

"Miiiiiiiss Tyler. What exactly are you employing the common room for?" Smith stands in the door frame of the common room.

He looks displeased.

But sekritly he thinks that was hawt.

"Um. I was just..."

She flails, pauses, and says, "We would have used the appropriate protection like you said."

Smith smirks. "The matter is not protection but location, Miss Tyler. In the future, please keep your sexcapades to a private locale."

"Right. Sorry about that sir," she says, an even brighter shade of red. "Sexcapades elsewhere."

In the Command Center, Zordon is not snickering. Twelve thousand year old interdimensional beings are too dignified to snicker.

But the Viewing Globe does have unlimited feeds, after all.

Parker freezes. Oh, this was not how she wanted to meet the new Principal. No, no, no.

"Um. Hello, sir. I'm not three," Rory says with a polite wave to Smith after freezing mid-golf clap.

"As long as we are pointing out the obvious, you are in deep trouble Miss Gilmore." Smith smirks at Rory now.

"Yes, sir," Rory says quietly. "I apologize."

Kara gives the Principal a big smile. She has nothing to hide. Really.

Archie is too busy recovering from "So THAT was a lapdance" mode to process anything else that has happened since. Which is lucky for him, really.

Down in the administrative wing of the school, Zordon arches a noncorporeal eyebrow as certain alarming footage plays out on the Viewing Globe.

Alpha 5 stares in horror. "~~OMGKIDS'SHOW!~~ Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi! Zordon! What have we gotten ourselves into?"

The sound that comes from Zordon's tube can't be mistaken for anything but a sigh.

"Make sure you save that one for the feeds, Alpha. Principal Smith should already be there."

Ah, teenagers with attitude. This would be fun.

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