http://cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-07 11:15 pm

3rd Floor Common Room, Evening

Schrodinger had finally discovered the joys of cable TV not controlled by the Doc.

Somehow, though, he still found himself watching the History Channel. As usual, they were doing a Hitler documentary.

Hey, you are what you are.

[[Open!]]

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Dana walked into the third floor commom room to be greeted by, of all people, Hitler. She saw there was someone else in the room and walked over to him. "I was never a fan of his hair. For one. Hey."

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Almost never." She leaned against the arm of the the couch. "What about you?"

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Using those parameters, Hitler was pretty fantastic then?"

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Dana." She smiled and extended her hand. "You a fan of the history channel?"

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Dana smiled, "Fair enough. Not that i can talk, I always end up on infomercials or B grade sci fi's. How your week going?"

[identity profile] danakathscully.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"If anything the people here tend to be interetsing. Where are you from?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
A bored Chad poked his head into the common room. "Hitler Channel?" he asked, because that joke was so original and all...

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Most of the time, too," Chad said, slowly coming into the realization that he was talking to a boy with cat ears. He blinked; and he thought he'd have left all that weird shit behind him in Japan. He grunted, nodding toward a chair. "You mind?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." The chair sort of moaned a little when he sat down, but Chad was getting used to that.

"I'm Chad, by the way," he reached over to offer his hand to the, uhhh, cat boy.

Don't stare, Chad, don't fucking stare.

But he totally was. It couldn't be helped.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you," Chad gave his hand a firm shake. When he let go, the hand didn't fall away. Instead, it pointed up toward the ears. No reason to be shy about them if Schrodinger wasn't going to be. "Do you let people touch them?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Chad had not actually expected to be allowed to. This was a bad thing, especially judging by that roll of the eyes. Because Chad knew...he knew all too well that once he got started, he just might not be able to stop. Damn cute animals and their irressitable cuteness. Damn for catboys actually being real and not just the messed up figments of the squealing, female half of his Japanese schoolmates' twisted, twisted imaginations.

Chad reached out to touch the ears; the touching, quite naturally, slowly just may have developed into petting.

He knew he shouldn't; this could potentially end up more awkward than the Ranma thing. But he...just...couldn't....stop himself.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere amid all his loose-hanging hair, Chad's eyes widened. He purred. He actually purred.

Enough? No. Not by a longshot, not after purring. But Chad knew to draw his hand away. "Yeah."

...And then what exactly do you say to a man who just let you pet him?

"Uh, thanks?" He idly brushed the hair out of his eyes.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Chad wasn't quite used to people being as short-spoken as he was, but he gave a lift of his head and followed Schrodinger's example by watching the television. Because a documentary on all the same crap they always show was such a great way to combat boredom.

He grunted.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad shrugged. "Not really. It's all always the same stuff."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Another shrug. It was really the whole sort of Cult of Celebrity that these sorts of things offered to historical figures that bothered him, especially with a historical figure like Hitler, where so much attention is offered to him that his image started to transcend from a historical figure to a personality that could be interjected into popular culture like any other television or radio personality. While some, many, effectively covered the true meaning and importance of his actions and philosophy, they were often given a back seat to the ones that were more interested in conspiracy, background, even a few directed at sympahthy. And then there was the whole tactic of just rewrapping all the information in a different way, so that it felt like something different but was really saying all the same stuff as the documentary that had aired only three hours ago, but with slightly different visuals...


"Dunno," he said, finally. "They should just play something different."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2006-09-08 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Third shrug. "I don't really watch much TV," he said. "But they always seem to play World War II stuff when I do."