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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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip walked in and lit up a cigarette. "Oh, someone's here already. What's on?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"It's a documentary about the third coolest place in the universe," James stated, gesturing toward the television. "I hadn't even been aware that it existed until last night, when some unfortunate victim of an emocoma informed me of its existance."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

..."You're new, aren't you..." Pip checked his nametag, "James?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"What's with everybody not wearing shirts today?" Demyx asked as he came in. He'd spent the day seeking out quiet places to practice his music, and now he wanted some quiet time - and some food.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am!" James searched for a nametag.

...

"Yes, I am!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I have noooo idea," Pip said as he sat down in the chair.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"It's shirtless Friday! Some kind individual informed me yesterday, so I decided that, in the spirit of attending the school, I would participate!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you James," Pip said. "I'm Pip Bernadette. Where are you from and why is your nametag stuck on your chest?"


_{[[BLah blah blah, French acccent, I should really put up a OOC post about this]]}

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Which individual informed you of this?" Pip asked.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Kanto," James replied cryptically, then shrugged. "Where else does one stick a nametag when they aren't wearing a shirt?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Pip responded. "There's always your pants leg. I imagine that's gonna hurt a bit coming off, depending on how strong the glue is."

_{[['kay. I'm not sure who's new and who's not around here, so I find it best to just not take chances.]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"The blonde guy in black? He was pretty smart. He told me why the second floor common room was so cool... But then he fell into an emocoma." James shrugged. "I guess he didn't get his coolness shot."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip glanced over at Demyx. "Did you tell this guy about this? Or is he just delusional on his own?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James glanced down at the nametag on his chest and winced.

Ouch. There was a good point.

...

"I'll just have to wear it forever, then. Nobody is going to know once I have my shirt on again..."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"A different blonde guy in black. Uh... I didn't catch his name. He seemed pretty emo even before he started to lapse into the emocoma, though."

James crossed his arms and pouted.

"I'm not delusional, thank you."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what he's talking about," Demyx said quickly, shaking his head. Hopefully whatever weird disease the boy had wouldn't rub off on him from being in the same room. "I've been away from people most of the day."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Really, I'm not delusional," James said just as quickly. A member of Team Rocket had to defend their honour, after all. "It was a different person, not you. Yesterday, in the second floor common room."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...What kind of hair did this person have?" Pip asked. "Was it really well done? Lots of product and such?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

...

"He had hair. Yes."

James was unfamiliar with this "product" of which the other boy spoke.

Because where he came from, hair stood vertically on its own if it so cared to.

"It was decent hair, yes."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugged. "Well, I think someone was having you on. You know, play a prank on the new student."


_{[[OOC: We're anime character! We don't need no stinkin' hair physics!]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James was shocked and appalled.

"You mean... you mean that the giant idolatric monument to Millie the Cow really isn't the third coolest place in the universe?"

Why... why would that boy be so cruel as to lie to him?

At least it explained why thie third coolest place in the universe seemed so boring.

"Next, you'll be telling me that emocomas don't really exist!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

A monkey with a sweater on scurries into the room and climbs a tall floor lamp.

He puts his hand up to his eyes and searches the room.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip coughed. "...No. They don't. The giant idolatric monument to Mille the Cow is only the eight coolest place in the universe, I'm sorry."

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: HELZ YA!

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

If one listened closely, they might actually hear the shards of James' shattered little world as they crumbled to the floor.

"But that means..." A dramatic pause, "Wait! Does this mean that Tuktoyuktuk isn't the second coolest place in the universe, too!?"