2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

[fh_jackass]

Logan was in the kitchen. Cooking. Because when you were in a kitchen, working with a blender, you could call it cooking. Even if the result was more beverage-y than food-y. It was practically summer, anyway. Perfect time for a cold iced drink. With tequila.

The television was playing "Annie".

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Usurping tyrants are base and conniving and should be dealt with the harshest way possible. One should always try to fight against them before they destroy you."

He might have been getting a little to personal here.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Right. Tyrants are bad. Harshest... fight... destroy. I hear you."

James was pretty sure that "the harshest way possible" might have had something to do with being forced to eat Jessie's cooking. But he could be mistaken.

After all, he was a member of the team of usurping tyrants.

"What is the harshest way possible? Uh... In case I have to deal with an usurping tyrant someday?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet stared into space, a little of James shoulder.

"Kill them. Preferably with a sword or dagger."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Well."

...

"That sounds messy..."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"It likely will be."

Hamlet started to fall into his old pattern of brooding. One day he'd finally work up the courage to kill his uncle. He cursed himself for still not having done it yet.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James took the opportunity to wiggle his way back toward the door, backed against the wall with his arms in the air.

It would seem that this poor boy hadn't gotten his coolness shot. He could see the beginnings of an emocoma starting to take its icy grip on him.

Such a shame, really. He had been most helpful.

But, out of the fear that emocomas were contagious, James made a break for it, out of the common room, down the hall, and off to continue his explorations. Thankfully, unscathed.