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Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night, Oregon Statehood Day

Trying to ignore everyone coupling off all over the damn school, Sam turned on the Aaron Echolls film festival and prepared to lose herself in the movies. She had a large bowl of popcorn and bottle of diet coke and settled into one of the chairs.

Of course, she was immensely interruptable.

[ooc: For anyone without a significant other, abandoned by them, or protesting Valentine's Day in general.]

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Peter wandered down, holding a camera and a cookie that looked identical to the cookies Xander had. Well, not identical. There were bites taken out of it.

"Alone together?" he asked.

"Yes, come join us, Peter," Sam waved him in with her own partially eaten cookie.

"Excellent!" Peter hopped onto the couch. "I'm only here temporarily, but my plans consist of photographing a weirdo embarrassing himself in front of a hooker. Nothing romantic, I swear."

"Oh hey, I'm going to that!" Parker said, grinning. "I'm taking popcorn. And if you get good enough photographs, then I'm sure the police will thank you. Afterward."

"Police?" Peter asked. "Pfft. These are for Journalism. I think Skeeter will get a kick out of them."

"Skeeter," Parker growls, her eyes narrowing. "What's she like? I've only heard her on the radio."

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"Hey, Petey boy." Parker threw back a chocolate-espresso bean, and waved. "We're trashing the Echolls oevre. 'Cause it's fun. And violent." There may be too much glee in that assessment.

Peter wasn't sure what had happened to Logan Echolls after he showed Skeeter how to use a computer, so he decided not to participate in the mocking. "Sounds like fun. Are the movies that bad?"

"They've got their moments. The explosions are great. And the fight scenes are good. It's the logic, and the irony of Echolls as hero, that tends to make them funnier than they should be." Parker shook her head. "It's amazing Logan is as well-adjusted as he is. Really."

"I have no clue what you're talking about past 'fight scenes are good,'" Peter admitted. "But good for Logan, I guess."

"Oh, fun... Much better then schmoop and romance," Isabel grinned.

"Isabel! Giver of cookies! Thank you!" Peter said, toasting her with the remains of his cookie.

Isabel grinned. "You're welcome. And look, it's before Thursday, or Wednesday even."

"Yes, it is," Peter said. "I'm not here for long, unfortunately. I have pictures to take for class in a little bit."

"Completely," Parker agreed, smiling as Isabel came in. "Popcorn? It's a snack, and a weapon of critical commentary. Especially when you hit the soliloquies."

"Oh... Excellent!" She looked a little sheepish, "I think I'm breaking a common room rule. I have no food. Next time I promise." She took a handful and settled back to watch.

"More or less." Xander glanced at Peter and gave a cookified wave that was joined in short order by a fuzzy flashback and an uncomfortable wince. "Hey, other Parker," he said, more or less gamely.

Peter smirked. "Hey, Xander. You really have to work on your nonverbal communication. Just sayin'."

The sound of snickering did not come for Isabel's spot on the couch. Nope, not at all.

The wince didn't actually end, so much as settle in for a comfortable rest on Xander's face. Took its shoes off. Sat a spell.

"Very, very drunk. Also just sayin'."

Alanna tossed some popcorn at Peter. "You were going to get a tattoo for me!"

"Only if you didn't remember me!" Peter said, catching a piece of popcorn. "But clearly you remember who I am now." He grinned and tossed the popcorn in his mouth.

Alanna pouted and contimplated on teaching Teddy how to fly. With a flick of her wrist, the stuffed bear flew from her gasp and landed on Peter's head. With another flick, it flew up, down, up, down, and up, out of his reach. "Hey Parker who's not Miss."

"You're a very strange girl, you know that?" Peter asked, smiling.

"So I've been told." Alanna told him, a bit more perky than before. Teddy flew back into her arms. "I never figured making a teddy bear fly would be fun."