Fourth Floor common room, Wednesday evening

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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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[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"No."

[swerval_zero]

"Just checking. What brings you to Fandom, Seely who is not like the dishwasher?"

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, something bit me then I was in a roomful of squints."

[swerval_zero]

"Something bit you. Was this something that bit you small and green? And what's a squint?"

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"As a matter of fact it was," Seely replied. "Lab geeks."

[swerval_zero]

"Gremlin. Great. Talk to me when you're in your right mind, whoever you are, you poor sod. An' don' slam the geeks."

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"Gremlin?"

[swerval_zero]

"Thing what bit you."

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"Gremlins are fictional. Like zombies."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, we had those too."

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"Next you'll be telling me we have pirates as well."

[swerval_zero]

"He runs the radio station. I think he's datin' the ninja from the brothel."

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

Seely blinked slowly. "Ninja from the brothel?"

[swerval_zero]

"Yup. Miho. Doesn't talk much. Or at all."

[twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com]

"There is a brothel, with a silent ninja, who is dating a pirate?"

[swerval_zero]

"Welcome to Fandom."