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Third Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

*DEATH can be seen, by those inclined to see him, sitting in the middle of the floor in the common room with an open box of colored condoms and a book on balloon art. He appears to be staring at the in consternation. For those unable to see him, there is a distinct aura of very annoyed dread.*

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD REGRET THE LACK OF A PROPER PULMONARY SYSTEM.

((OOC: DEATH needs lungs! Someone? Anyone? Also, if any of the newbies have questions regarding how/if one sees DEATH, comment and I'll explain in more detail.))

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"Not necessarily," Callisto chipped in. "Some girls ~~are NOT screamers~~ don't make that much noise, but usually if she likes what your doing she'll let you know."

Rory nodded, fully in Teacher Mode. The blush hadn't faded, though. "I mean, people are different. Sometimes some girls like to do stuff with their hands. Like with the guy's hair or whatever. I mean, that's what some girls do. I don't know what, uh, every girl does."

If Aeryn had a religion, she'd give it up right now to make this whole thing stop.

"Aeryn...did you want me to do that to you?"

"You should, Aeryn," Rory nodded. "It's fun."

It probably looks bad, but Aeryn doesn't care. She stands. "John. Room. Now."

"Um, okay." John stands up, still a little shell shocked from the whole conversation and follows Aeryn out of the common room.

Rory waved, and turned to Parker.

"Well. That was a conversation I didn't expect. I'm glad it got less embarrassing though. For me, anyway," she giggled.

Parker's still bright red. "Oh, Gilmore," she manages to say. Then she points behind Rory. "...sorry, I tried..."

Rory looked at Parker, perplexed, and turned around.

And saw Anakin.

"Buh?" she said, eyes wide.

Anakin's face was still a pretty blotchy shade of red.

"Uh," he said, coherently.

"Did you - you heard me talk about - I, um..." Rory babbled. "I was um, just explaining things to John. You didn't hear it all, did you?"

She winced, pretty sure that yes, yes he had. Because that was Murphy's stupid, stupid law: When you are explaining oral sex to a clueless boy and his alien girlfriend, that is when your secret boyfriend will come into the room.

Anakin just stood there.

And blushed.

A lot.

Which was probably an answer to Rory's question, if not exactly what she wanted to know.

And because he's just such an easy target, standing there, looking stupid, and because she's annoyed, and because she has one spark of mercy in her heart for Rory--

Parker throws the blue condom water-balloon at Anakin, and gets him right in the chest.

SPLASH!

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"Or ears, this one girl I knew used to treat them like handles." Callisto was so glad talk had moved away from the doofy vampire that she did not realise she was probably oversharing with the group.

Parker blinked. "Handles? As in...?" She juggles a blue condom water-balloon from hand to hand, trying to see how that works, then gets it. "OH. Duhh."

"Yeah," Callisto grabbed own of her own ear and demonstrated. "Like that."

"And also, owwww." Parker shakes her head. "There are times and places for forcefulness, but that's taking it a bit far. In my opinion."

"That's what I said," Callisto grimaced. "But, Amazons, what do you expect?"

"They aren't known for tenderness in this time, either," Parker said. She has to admit to being a *little* intrigued about this, and giving the rest of the conversations going on, feels safe enough asking, "Sooo... Are most women better kissers than men?"

"Depends on what your definition of better is," Callisto shrugged. "And truth to tell, most of the experiences I've had weren't focused on kissing."

Blink. "'kay," Parker says. "You know you're getting close to that level we call Too Much Info, right?" She can't help but grin, though. "But damn, I wish I had your chops."

"Possibly, but I've done more than my fair share of flailing today, and I figure it's someone elses turn," Callisto grinned back. "And seriously, it's just sex."