Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Having nothing better to do, Carmela was sprawled on a couch in the common room, channel surfing. Not so unusual.

What *was* unusual was the *way* she was doing it. The remote sat off to the side, untouched, and the TV was apparently changing channels on its own, every time Carmela said "No."

[ooc: a note about the Speech. It's in italics, and since it's the language of *everything*, your character will most likely hear whatever's being said as in their native language. If they listen especially carefully or have an ear for languages, they might be able to tell there's something unusual about it, though.]

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[chasingangela]

"So you're a good guy?," Angela said,a little puzzled by how he was holding his arm. "Actually I love that. My best guy friends back home got picked on all the time because people are jerks."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it. A guy I used to play soccer with used to pick on my friend Ethan for being a computer geek, and broke his laptop," Conner said, scowling, but relieved that his attempt to veer the subject onto a slightly different tack seemed to have worked. "There's nothing I hate more than people thinking they can just beat up on other people until they get their way."

[chasingangela]

"Or just for being who they are," Angela scowled. "My friend Ricky used to get it ... not so much for being gay? But for being obviously different. And he's pretty much the best person I know."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Conner sighed. "I used to be like that, too. Beating up on people for being different, I mean. And now I look back and I can't really believe I ever actually thought that was okay."

[chasingangela]

"Why?," Angela asked, more curious than confrontational. "How could you justify it?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner shrugged broadly. "It's easy to be a jerk, I guess. A lot easier than actually stopping to think about things, and people's feelings."