Fourth floor common room, Friday night

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude didn't want to be alone right now.

So down he wandered to the fourth floor common room and sprawled across one of the couches with a bag of something greasy and unhealthy, channel surfing like a pro. He was in the mood for curling or wrestling. You know. Big chunks of rock - or the Rock - being lobbed at each other.

Wormhole X-Treme would have to do.

Now, if only he could get rid of that compulsion to keep yelling at the screen, "I'm in ur base! I'm killing ur g00ldz d00dz!"

[[Entertain me!]]

Comments

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Magic . . . yeah. Yeah, that was kinda my plan."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer nodded. "Good plan."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude flattened one hand over his chest seriously. "I like it. Simple yet effective."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"And the magic box never stops to be interesting," Joxer pointed out.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"True, dude. Even if I'm kinda missing Canadian television."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

"Is Canadian television better?" Joxer asked.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Jude said, nodding. "We got funnier politicians, too."