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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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"We could take it on the road, get sponsorship. We'd be the world's first Offical Dessert-based Sporting Event." He put an arm around her shoulder, and swept his hand in the direction of the door. "You and me, on the road, infecting the world with a love of Jello Wrestling. The only thing to decide now is what flavour. Maybe lime?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"We could even branch out into pudding wrestling," Elizabeth nodded seriously. "We could have different flavours for different grades or levels perhaps?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant! The lower the level, the worse the flavour. Give people a real incentive to progress. Pudding can be the Winter version, because it can be served warm. Pudding Wrestling in winter, Jello Wrestling in summer. Wonder if we could get it into the Olympics? International competitors vying for the gold medal in Jello wrestling." He couldn't help snickering. "But we have to keep the uniforms simple. No shirts, obviously, in honour of the noble day on which the sport was devised."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth just began to giggle helplessly. "It's brilliant," she said. "And if beach volleyball can be an Olympic sport, why can't Jello Wrestling." She nodded. "Oh, of course. And we'd need bright colors to contrast the Jello."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Definitely. And I'm thinking glow in the dark uniforms and black lights for the special events." Jack nodded seriously. "Jello Wrestling. It'll be the next huge craze. Maybe even celebrity Jello Wrestling. But what to call it? Parker's Pudding Collective?" He considered that for a second, imagining Parker's reaction. "Uh, no. We might get in trouble for that one. What about Jostling With Jello? It's got a nice ring to it."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, yes, totally," Elizabeth nodded. "I like it. Although we might need to check with the Jello people in case it's a trademarked name."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack slapped himself in the forehead. "It's obvious who's going to be the brains of this outfit. I bet they'd want in on the action, too," Jack grumbled. "Jello Wrestling is bigger than trademarks and laws. It can trace it's heritage back to the Noble and Sacred Tradition of Shirtless Day."

His voice got louder and he stood straighter, waving his fist in the air. Unfortunately his barely stifled laughter was kind of ruining the dramatic effect. "Jello Wrestling belongs to the People!"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth? Might have had her digital camera set to "film" mode during Jack's impassionated speech. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "You tell it to them!" she nodded firmly.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack collapsed on the nearest chair, laughing uproariously. Let's face it, few things amused him as much as his own antics.

"Elizabeth, you are wonderful. It's a damn shame that you're taken. Unless that's changed in the last few days?" he asked hopefully.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth grinne, and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm still very much taken," she said. "But when I'm not? You'll be the first to know."