Fifth floor common room, Sunday night (after the pancakes, punch fairies, and dancing bears party)

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was lying upside down on the couch, watching AKA and munching on what looked like fried plantains.

She was still very, very stoned, and more plantains could be seen scattered about by the television. One could only assume that they had gotten there after having been flung at the screen due to some convuluted plot twist or other on the TV show.

Every now and then, her brain would short out and get stuck repeating "he kissed me! on purpose!" to itself for a few minutes.

This made it very difficult to concentrate on the show, but certainly wasn't dampening her mood at all.

[ooc: open to one and all, or at least those who might, for whatever reason, wander up to the fifth floor common room.]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"'allo," Pip said, entering the room with a bottle of water. "How are you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled all upside-down-like at Pip. "Hola Pip! I'm good, and you?"

She tilted her head, looking back at the tv. "And do you think you could really make a gun out of a cellphone?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Probably not," Pip said, sitting on the couch. "How was your prom?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia considered asking about whether or not you could really cut someone's eye out with a spork, but realized just before she opened her mouth that Pip might not be the best person to ask.

"Goooooooooooood," she said instead, in response to his question. "Boy's formal wear is much easier than girl's."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

If she had, she would have learn that Pip has no idea, as he was unconcious at the time.

She also might have gotten a punch. Who knows?


"Wouldn't know," Pip said. "I've never been in girl's formal wear. But I would assume so just from appearances."

[nadiathesaint]

Good thing she didn't ask, then.

"Ask Walter. He knows. He knows a lot more now."

And there went her brain again, off and running, he kissed me! on purpose! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi wanders into the common room. Opens up the fridge, pulls out a large bowl of punch, takes a spoon, tastes a bit, then sighs and puts the bowl back in the fridge.

"Maybe there needs to be loud music and dancing..."

[nadiathesaint]

"Hmmmm," muttered Nadia, who's brain was still dancing about singing "he kissed me, he kissed me,"

She turned up the TV, which was now rolling the ending credits of AKA. "Loud music. Now dance."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is currently holding a huge bowl of kool-aid and a spoon.

But she does a little river dance.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia rolled her eyes. "With each other,"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Don't look at me," Pip said. "I swore off all work when I woke up this morning."

[nadiathesaint]

"Dancing isn't work, it's fun!" Nadia sighed as the credits ended and turned the TV back down. "You," she said, pointing at Pip. "Are no fun at all."

Well, except when he was encouraging Walter to try kissing girls. Nadia probably owed him a big hug for that.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi put the spoon and the punch away.

"She rather has a point."

[nadiathesaint]

"See?" Nadia wiggled her fingers at them. "Dance for me!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi vaulted over the back of the couch and landed sitting on the end, twiddling her thumbs.