Fourth Floor common room, Wednesday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.


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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I absolutely can't complain," she said, squeezing Dean's shoulders. Then Dawn noticed the burns. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner shrugged. "Went home for the weekend, and sort of got trapped in a fire for a little while," he said. "I'm fine, except for the sounding like Marlon Brando."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Trapped in a fire???" Dawn stared at him. "Oh my god. Why?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner hesitated. He hated to talk about it, really; he was afraid it sounded like bragging. "Just trying to get this kid out safely, that's all," he said, ducking his head a little bit. "The smoke got to me."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So...you just go around saving people." She nodded, impressed. "Is it a hobby?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Not really a hobby." Conner grinned self-consciously. "More of a . . . what's the word? Compulsion, I guess."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I've got one of those," Dawn grinned back, "but it's usually being kidnapped. Yours is better."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"It's kinda inconvenient sometimes." Conner laughed, coughed a bit, and shook his head. "But there's worse things I could do with my time, I guess."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Try being kidnapped. And sometimes tied up," she rolled her eyes, "Waaaay inconvenient. And yes. You could wrestle snapping turtles."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Snapping turtles? Conner boggled for a second. "See, I was thinking more along the lines of driving around breaking people's mailboxes with baseball bats, or trying to decipher cursed hieroglyphs, but that works too."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Why would you do either of those...wait, you have cursed hieroglyphs? Want help?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't me!" Conner blurted out. "That was Ethan, and I don't think he's ever planning on doing that again!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Who's Ethan?" Dawn asked. "And you don't really plan those things--they're kind of spontaneous, and then you're being chased by something evil. It's a heck of an incentive to finish the translation, actually."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Ethan's a friend of mine back home," Conner explained. "Big computer geek, who ended up translating the cursed hieroglyphs just to see if his computer program could do it. And then the curse happened and his laptop exploded."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I think it's the combination of the curse and the electronics that made that happen," Dawn informed him. "They're different systems, and the metaphysical stuff...it doesn't always get along, especially if you haven't prepped them both ahead of time."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"That makes sense," Conner said. "Speaking of hobbies, is this one of yours?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Remember the compulsion thing?" Dawn rolled her eyes and settled herself more comfortably in Dean's lap. "It's kind of like that, but way more boring and usually less flamey."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Do you think we can get therapy for this sort of thing?" Conner asked, half-serious.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Everyone I know encourages me, because it saves them from having to read the boring stuff," Dawn pouted, "plus they think it keeps me out of the line of fire."

"Um, there may be somewhere, but I think it's in Tibet."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Ancient curses keep you out of the line of fire?" asked Conner, dubiously. "But the kidnapping!"

He scratched his head and did that freaky thing where he looked like her roommate again. "Is it really worth going all the way to Tibet for that?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"The kidnapping doesn't usually happen while I'm working on the curses," Dawn explained. "The kidnapping happens lots of other times. Like when I'm doing my math homework." Or almost nearly ready to start doing her math homework.

"Depends on whether you don't want to do it anymore, I guess. I like it, most of the time."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Do your teachers accept that as an excuse?" Conner wondered. "I mean, 'Sorry I didn't do my term paper, I was tied up in an abandoned warehouse somewhere' is a lot better than 'The dog ate my homework.'"

He tapped his chin and grinned. "Yeah, I guess I like it too, pretty much."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"At my old school? No. They were big on gangs on PCP, though," she snorted. "Or barbeque fork accidents. Here, maybe they might?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Barbeque fork accidents?" Conner repeated, the expression on his face a pretty clear indication of how absurd he thought that excuse was. "I don't know if that's better or worse than people just going around like half of downtown Reefside gets destroyed for no reason at all on a regular basis, and it's no big deal. Problem is, I think around here that sort of thing happens often enough that it wouldn't be an excuse."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it would get you out of one day, but not two?" She suggested, hopefully. "And Reefside gets destroyed a lot? The barbeque fork thing, by the way, is to cover for all the vampire related deaths."