Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam stood in front of the counter. On the stove were three tea kettles, heating nicely. On the counter were several bowls, with colored powder in them. When the kettles whistled, she measured the water, poured it into the bowls, stirred them until the powder dissolved, then carefully carried the bowls to the fridge. Two of the bowls were full of blue liquid.

Anyone who knew or cared about this sort of thing might notice that the bowls were full of raw Jell-o in every flavor except red. Not that she was bitter about the cafeteria's lack of blue Jell-o or anything.

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked into the common room, really beginning to worry about the fact that he hadn't started working on his StuCo campaign yet. He'd have to get a handle on that and... hey. Jello. Aw. Raw Jello. Oh well.

"Hi. Sam, right?" Peter asked.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Peter," Sam said, as she closed the refrigerator door with her foot. "How're your first two days going?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Could be worse. Had one class yesterday, none today," Peter said. "Not too bad, really."

"What's with all the Jello?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"It's a protest," Sam said, "against the cafeteria, which is clearly prejudiced in favor of red. Many of these students have never had Jell-o before, and they shouldn't be automatically biased in favor of one flavor merely because that's the only one the cafeteria guy serves."

It was possible she was a bit irrational on this issue.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"That... makes sense, I suppose," Peter said. "I'm a fan of green jello, personally, so I see where you're coming from." He figured that it would be easier to run with it than run away from a Jello fanatic. Well, maybe not. But it would be funnier to run with it.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam didn't glare at him. At least he didn't like red. "Blue's my favorite, in case you couldn't tell from the fridge."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Actually, I like both red and blue, too," Peter said. One of these days he was going to have to stop making jokes that only he understood. But not today.

"Other than Jello discrimination, how's the semester been treating you?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Pretty quiet so far. The semester hasn't really kicked up yet, you know?" She thought. "Oh! There's a bunch of us going running during lunch tomorrow, if you want to come."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter shrugged. "It could be fun. Tomorrow's a busy day for me, so I could probably use the break. Count me in."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Great!" Sam walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. "This is the bad part about Jell-o. Waiting for it to solidify." She looked up at him and gestured for him to make himself comfortable. "So, what do you know now that you wish someone had told you before you came here?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"That this place is even crazier than my last school. I didn't think that would be possible, but there you go." Peter hopped onto the couch and said, "And yet? The people here are much friendlier."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Bonding by traumatic event," Sam nodded, "nothing like it to make a cohesive whole out of a motley group of individuals."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"It's always nice to see people band together in time of stress. It makes you appreciate humanity," Peter said. There was no joke following it. It was a serious sentiment. Strange.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in, carrying more posters, and waved to Sam as she started using the stickiest of sticky tape to put them up: first Marty's, then Izzy's, then hers.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the common room and sees something Sam cooking.

This cannot be good.

"Hey Sam. Hey guy I don't know."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Oh *HELL* no!" Marty shouted and immediately started tearing down the posters with his name on them.

Damn sticky tape.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel followed, carrying more posters, and the bag of lollipops.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You aren't running?" Isabel asked.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey there. I'm Peter," he waved.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"No! Parker has some sick idea in her head that I should be on Student Council." Marty huffed.

"You're not hitching your campaign to her wagon, are you? Did she tell you about the last election?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"HEY! We did okay," Rory said defensively.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty glared at Parker-not-Peter and waved back at Peter. "Nice to meet you Peter. Marty Blank. You one of the newbies?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started slapping at his fingers. "You had a chance to back out, you didn't take it, cut it out! I worked hard on this!" She pouted. "Besides, I used the industrial stuff. Ha!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"She's helped me out with posters. Cross class cooperation and all that." Isabel looked confused. "Is there a problem with that?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker continued to put up posters, and grinned at Peter. "Hey. Putting up posters for Isabel. Want to help? Or pass out lollipops?"