Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter's sociology book was in front of him. He really wanted to read it. Really. But then again tonight was Enchanted on the WS network. Peter hadn't watched the show in years and he felt kind of amazed that it was still on the air. Oh well, it was better than sociology, anyway.

[OOC: Open to all!]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not that I ever wanna admit that we agree on something, but that goes for you too, Kennedy." Anders glares and fishes in his pockets for something to throw. Unfortunately, he comes up with nothing. "Go the frak away, all right? I don't want to deal with you tonight."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"My, my." Archie sets the bag of scones and croissants down on the table and makes a show out of arranging them carefully for everyone's enjoyment. "Aren't we in a foul mood tonight? What happened, Anders, did Cally find something more interesting than you to do tonight?"

He smirks and makes a tsk-ing sound. "I can't say that I'd blame her."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"The frak?" Anders leaps up off the couch, having no clue whatsoever (mwahaha) how the hell Archie managed to touch on that particular raw nerve tonight. "Where the frak do you get off with this shit all the time, Kennedy, huh? What is it that always makes you want to put me down?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Samuel. You make it so easy." Archie crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. "Honestly, look at you. Look how little effort it takes on my part to get you so . . . lathered up. Would you deny me such a little bit of entertainment?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I'm not your gods-damned frakking personal circus, Kennedy," Anders snarls. "You are so frakking lucky I don't have any old bagels to throw at you today, but keep that up, man, I'll find something. You really want that?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"I don't want a goddamned thing from you, Samuel. You really need to get over yourself." Archie rolls his eyes. "Honestly, this ego problem of yours really should get checked. Unless it's the only way you have to make yourself feel better about your worthless existence. Are you any good for anything at all around here?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Okay, two uses of his name now. Archie's officially passed his limit for the year. Unfortunately he's just saying all the things Anders has been telling himself today.

"Oh, that is frakking it, Kennedy," snaps Anders, grabbing one of the cushions off the couch and stalking toward Archie. "That is so frakking it. You don't know a damn thing about me, so who the hell are you to tell what I'm good for?"

He glares at the baked goods on the table. "Oh yeah, and what's this, huh? Buying stuff to share with everybody? You trying to steal my routine now, too? Next thing I know you're gonna be trying to steal my girlfriend."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie refuses to be intimidated by the sight of Anders advancing on him with a couch cushion, even though Anders is much bigger than he is and really, could probably break him in half over his knee if he wanted to.

"Oh, for God's sake, you idiot! Are you that threatened by a tray of scones that you think you have to bludgeon me for it? With a cushion of all things? As for Cally, well . . ." He smirks. "I'll admit the idea has crossed my mind, but it would almost be a crime to deprive you of the one decent thing in your life, wouldn't it? She certainly seems to be happy with you, though it will elude me for the rest of my life as to why."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

How Archie is managing to push every single one of his buttons tonight, Anders will never know. But then, there are a lot of things Anders will never know. "It's crossed your mind? You've been thinking about it?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"I thought about it once or twice, perhaps. Which is probably more than you have. Thinking, I mean. You don't seem the type to be terribly adept with brainwork." Archie continues to smirk. "My, my, Samuel, aren't we insecure? Do you really have that little to offer that you're so terrified of her leaving you?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders doesn't know what to say to this, because out of both stupid pride and unwillingness to give pretty-boy sailor any more ammo, he'll be damned if he admits that Archie is absolutely right. He gapes for a moment, open-mouthed, and finally charges Archie, bringing the cushion down over the shorter boy's head with enough force to knock him backwards.

Which it does. And OMG OH NOES ANDERS JUST GODMODDED ARCHIE.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Obviously it never occurred to Anders that tackling him was just as much of an answer as saying anything would have been, but Archie is definitely feeling a bit of smug satisfaction even as he goes crashing to the floor.

"Admitting I was right, are you, Samuel?" he asks, grabbing a fistful of Anders's shirt and twisting it sharply, choking him. "My God, you are pathetic."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OMFG YOU GODMODDING WHORE, DID I SAY YOU COULD CHOKE ME?]

Anders has no snappy comeback to this, because well, for one he's Anders, and for two, hello choking. He grabs at Archie's wrist and only succeeds in choking himself further.

Taking advantage of his greater size and weight, he rolls over on top of Archie, pinning him down and shoving his free hand into Archie's face, only to yelp in pain when Archie's teeth sink into his knuckle.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: BITCH. YOU GODMODDED ME RIGHT BACK! WHAT IF I DIDN'T WANT TO BITE YOUR NASTY HAND?]

Archie grimaces, because Anders must not have washed his hands today and the aftertaste is quite frankly kind of gross. He's beginning to find that he resents being smaller than Anders, because breathing is starting to become an issue.

Luckily, his knee is in just the right spot, and he brings it up sharply into a very sensitive location.

And because it's Anders, he feels no remorse about this at all, or even any kind of sympathy pain.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: WTF. NOW YOU GODMODDED MY CROTCH? PERVERT.]

"Ow, motherfrakker!" Anders doubles over in pain and rolls off of Archie, but not before managing by sheer luck to lash out with a fist and hit him in the nose. Sadly, there is no satisfying crunch. "Oh, frak, that hurt. You stinking bastard."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I am ashamed about the amount of godmodding here. I may have to report this to an admin.]

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It is not your place to interfere with player conflicts. If either involved parties wishes to report this to an admin, they may do so. Please do not take the law into your own hands]

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Whateva! YOU ARE CRAMPING MY STYLE, ADMIN H0R!]

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OH NO YOU DIDN'T! I will ban your ass, watch yourself.]

[soldtoarmenians]

[I AM OFFENDED BY THE CONSTANT PUBLIC ADMIN CRITICISM OF PLAYERS. IT INTIMIDATES ME AND IS IN FACT THE REASON FOR MY CHARACTER'S LACK OF INTERACTION. SINCE SEPTEMBER.]

[overlord-zordon.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, shut up. I'd ban you both right this second, but for some reason I feel incredibly busy.]

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: WTF YOU GODMODDED MY NOSE? I KNEED YOU IN THE CROTCH. YOUR AIM SHOULD SUCK RIGHT NOW.]

Archie scrambles up off the floor, a slight trickle of blood coming from his nose, and can't resist the urge to kick Anders in the ribs. "Oh, you're in for it now, Samuel. The Dean is not going to look kindly on you attacking another student without provocation."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: AND NOW YOU GODMOD MY RIBS. YOU BASTARD.]

"Without provo-something, my ass! You totally frakking provoked me!" Anders scrambles to his feet, holding his ribs and still not quite able to stand up straight from OMGWTFCROTCHPAIN. "Besides, what the frak does the Dean know, anyway?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: If you're not careful I'll godmod your ass next.]

"Oh, please. Like I care about your arse. I'll leave that to Cally, thank you . . . or didn't I hear something about Cameron?" Archie smirks even more broadly and wipes his nose. "By God, I hope you get into the kind of trouble you deserve for this, you godmodding bastard. Who, I might add, can't seem to manage a four-syllable word."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Ewwwwwwwwwww, God! I feel so harrassed now!]

"You want four syllables? I'll give you four syllables." Anders glares. "Go. The. Frak. Away."