Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Logic's overrated anyway," replied Conner with a dismissive wave. "Guess it keeps things lively."

He eyed the TV screen with a halfway vacant, slack-jawed expression until a hint of recognition came into his face. "Hey! Is that classic Mister What?"

He looked unreasonably pleased with himself for figuring that out. Ethan would have been proud. Or possibly frightened. Or both.

"Anyway, hi . . . English Peter," he said.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Logic's nice if you don't have anything else to fall back on," Peter said, grinning. "And I was told it was an old science fiction show. No idea beyond that."

He extended a hand "I'm Peter Pevensie. And you're..." Peter paused to read the name tag. "Please tell me that's a joke?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's a classic sci-fi show. Got a friend who's got a roomful of videotapes and DVDs and all kinds of collector's stuff from it."

He shook Peter's hand with a grin. "Conner. Conner McKnight. And it's not really a joke," he said, looking the tiniest bit defensive. "Well, it is, but I mean, I'm really not. I used to deserve the rep though."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Classic sci-fi like Flash Gordon and Bride of Frankenstein? War of the Worlds?"

"I just meant that it wasn't actually what your parents named you. But nice to meet you, Conner. And I'll keep that in mind."

Noticing the ball between Conner's feet, Peter asked "You play football?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Not quite that classic-classic, but pretty close, yeah."

Being the sort of person who loves a sport enough to know it inside and out, Conner didn't think twice about the term 'football.'

"Yup!" he said proudly. "Varsity team at my old school, and the local club team on weekends. I had a shot at going pro, but . . . other commitments got in the way."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"That's really impressive. I was going to say we should get people together to play, but I haven't played since I left London." Peter thought for a second. "You don't play cricket by any chance, do you?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"'fraid I don't," Conner replied, apologetically. "Soccer sort of took up all my time."

Well, all the time his other hobby didn't take up, anyway.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Peter stopped then laughed at himself. "Not good that you don't play, but that if we did end up finding people for a pickup game - which we should do, even if you got bored with the low skills at soccer, we could switch to cricket next week. Where we'd all be amateurs." Peter grinned. "It would most definitely work."