Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.

Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.

He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.

Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.

{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

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[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James thought back long and hard to the conversation that he had with the emo boy last night.

"All of the powers of 'coolness' converge in the second floor common room, which requires a coolness shot from the local clinic to enter, or you risk lapsing into an emocoma. The pro-shirt forces are terrible tyrants... and the only way to be rid of terrible tyrants is to... eeegh... kill them with a dagger... which is totally not my style."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Alright, let's see...." Pip stroked his chin. "He was only slightly lying about the second floor common room. The powers of coolness do all converge in a single common room, but it's the fifth floor common room. This one, actually. You don't need a shot of any kind to survive here, though, as emocomas don't exist. However, after staying in here for any period of time, you become supercharged with cool. When that happens, you might want to wear something really dorky, otherwise people will be blinded by your coolness. It's only a temprorary effect, but it can be really annoying. Oh, and the pro-shirt forces? Don't exist."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

Listening intently and nodding every now and again, James took in everything that Pip told him. Then, when Pip was finished, he spoke.

"Wear something dorky? Like what? I'm afraid that I've never worn anything dorky before. Well, except for that moltres suit women's bikini ball gown kogal outfit school uniform I wore once. And I don't have that handy. Can you suggest anything?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx just leaned back and listened to the conversation, trying hard not to laugh.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip scratched his head. "Well, that's a good question... hmmm... lemme think... Well, maybe you could go down to the store tomorrow and buy a silly looking hat? The supercharged coolness effect should have worn off by then."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James's expression lit up and he smacked a fist into his open palm.

"That has got to be the best idea that I have heard in days! I shall do just that! Thank you for your help!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugged. "I do what I can to help. Oh, but be really careful of the shop keeper. He tends to overcharge."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James nodded warily.

"I'll be certain to keep an eye open!"