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2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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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James peered his head through the doorway and into the common room, after an extensive bout of wandering aimlessly through the dorms, getting a grasp on where everything was situated.

And of course, his mouth was just a split second faster than his brain.

"Hey! Why is this common room so much better than all of the other ones?"

Hamlet looked up to see yet another new kid pop into the room. Maybe I'd have a little fun with the oddly purple-haired boy.

"Because all the forces of 'coolness' in the universe have chosen to converge in this particular room."

"This room in particular?"

James pondered this for a moment. Perhaps if he remained in this room long enough, he would soak up some of the radioactive coolness beams, or whatever it was that was making this common room into such a phenominon among common rooms.

Or perhaps this boy clad in black was just being sarcastic. He thought that might also be it. After all, he heard enough snark from Jessie and Meowth through his days in Team Rocket that he should readily recognize it by now.

"And are you sure it's all the forces off 'coolness' in the universe? Maybe it's merely most of them."

He nodded in a serious way, and decided to see how far along he could get before the other boy clued in.

"Well, at least a good portion of the forces of 'coolness' converge here. There's also convergences in Sardina, Oahu, and an idolatrous monument to Millie the Cow, but people tend not to mention those places as much."

...

"You know, I've never heard of any of those places before. And I've seen many an idolatrous monument in my time."

Many, many idolatrous monuments. Most of them huge, gold-plated, and shaped like the lest likely suspects. Case in point? Meowth.
Really, a cow didn't seem like much of a stretch, but it didn't sound very cool, really. You couldn't battle cows the same way you could battle Pokemon.
Unless it was a cow Pokemon. James tended not to dwell too much on that. The fine line between Pokemon and the very rarely seen "normal animals" was a difficult one to draw.
So, like everyone else where he came from, he just pretended like Pokemon were ... it.
And they were far cooler than cows.

"Are you sure the forces of 'coolness' even bothered with the cow?"

"It is a nexus point, you see. The forces of coolness converge there, and had a room been built on that spot, it would have been the third coolest place in existence. Sadly, the landowners decided to trap it within a giant statue of a cow, making it little more than a tourist attraction."

"Man, that was a stupid thing for them to do. What a total waste of coolness."

The frown on James' face was apparent, but it quickly faded when his wee little mind switched tracks.

"If this is the coolest place, and the cow is the third coolest, then where is the second?"

James secretly hoped that it was some place that he knew of. Preferably somewhere with a colour in the name. He so hated being left out of the loop.

"Why, Tuktoyaktuk, of course. Anyone who is anyone has a residence there."

"Unless they're here instead, right?"

James pretended that he knew where Tuktoyaktuk was. As it stood, he wasn't sure he could even pronounce it properly.

He smiled at him. "Of course, for this second floor common room *is* the center of coolness."

He got serious look on his face. "You have gotten your coolness shot before entering here, haven't you?"

"I'm pretty sure I did... It was included in the information package, right?"

James produced the small stack of papers from the folds in his clothing and started rifling through them.

"Should be in here, somewhere..."

Hamlet leaned in and put his arm around James shoulder. "If you didn't, you might run into problems later with all the coolness in the room. Several students had bad allergic reactions to it last semester, and they were in emocomas for weeks."

James grimaced.

"Emocomas? That does sound serious... Where do you go to get a coolness shot? I mean... not that I need it... but in case I have to point my roommate to one, or something?"

"You have to go down to the clinic in town and beg the nurse there to give you one."

He remembered something he heard in the fourth floor common room last night, and decided to throw that lie in too. He hadn't messed with peoples heads in quite a while, and was having fun doing it. "I've also heard that tomorrow is 'Shirtless Day' for the male students here at Fandom High, so it would be an excellent time for your roommate to head down there. It will take less effort to get a shot if one's arm is already uncovered."

"That does make perfect sense..."

James was pretty sure that he didn't need a coolness shot. After all, nobody was cooler than Team Rocket.
Just just in case he started to feel even the slightest bit emocoma-ish, at least now he knew where to go and what to do.
Shiro, however, might need to know about this. His roomie, after all, had terrible fasion sense.
For a pokemon.
Perhaps he could persuade Shiro to accompany him to the clinic so that they could both beg for their coolness shots.
Just to be on the safe side, of course.

Team Rocket. Cool. But one could never be too careful...

"Shirtless day, you say? I have to go around without a shirt on tomorrow?"

"I believe that's the intent of the holiday. Finally, FH will have a day free from the tyrannical dominion of the pro-shirt forces."

"And... tyrrany is bad, right?"

James was pretty certain that Team Rocket was rather tyrannical, but he was somewhat concerned about these pro-shirt forces. They sounded dangerous.

"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.

"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?"

Hamlet stared into space, a little of James shoulder.

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

"Well."

...

"That sounds messy..."

"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.

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.

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