http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-11-28 05:14 pm

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

Enough of the hiding out from everyone. Walter realized he'd been invisible lately, and that clearly hadn't worked on a number of levels.

So, out into the common room where he'd fried up a batch of potatoes and turned on the television, deliberately opting out of the Hitler History Channel and picking up a random improvisational comedy programme.

There he sat with a pile of salty fried potatoes, a panting hellpuppy, and a metric tonne of homework he hadn't been paying sufficient attention to.

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Pippi is lured down to the 3rd floor by the siren call of carbs.

"Hey there. Long time no see."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"...and the potatoes?"

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm falling apart in my old age..."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it had been a weird day so far, with some ups and downs. Maybe some time hanging out in the common room would swing the balance toward the 'up' side more.

"I smell food," he noted as he walked in, vaulted over the back of a chair, and dropped into it with all the grace of an overweight diplodocus. "Anything good on?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
As if Conner was going to say no. "Sure thing, thanks! Oh, hey, I love this show. Especially when they have to improv that song they all hate so much."

He reached for the plate, snagged a potato, bit into it with a little too much enthusiasm, and ended up making a rather silly face as he burned his tongue. Spitting it out would be kind of gross and rude, though, so he clapped his hands over his mouth and sat there, eyes wide and face turning red.

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Pippi took a potato from the plate and muched on it.

"Eternal youth is a myth anyway."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey Conner! Congratulations on getting your hair back to normal."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't think of anything that wouldn't get tedious after an extended period of time." Particularly World of Warcraft.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Pippi!" Conner replied, once he'd managed to swallow the mouthful of potato. He was grimacing a bit, because ow, burned mouth, ow. "Thanks, I think. It was kind of harder than I thought it would be."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I bet." Pippi said, but quickly she added. "It looks nice!"

Maybe it's a trick of the light, but now that she's getting a better look the color looks a little... fake.
nadiathesaint: (grin)

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-11-29 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Having unsuccessfully looked for Walter in his room, but had a nice conversation with Chad instead, Nadia found her way to the common room.

Hey, she had to show off her newly glitterfied immobilizer and hair and pants and . . . er, I won't say what, but damn that chafes!.

"Ahhh. Here we see the wild butler, hard at work preparing the evening meal. . . ."
nadiathesaint: (intrigue)

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-11-29 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Not if the pebbles are shiny. . . ."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Conner bounced up and down in his seat a bit, his eyes bugging out a little more. His eyebrows twitched, subtly, in a way that could have been a glare if he'd had the focus to actually muster one at the moment.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2006-11-29 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Conner gave her an odd sidelong glance. "Is there something on my face?"
nadiathesaint: (dtiz)

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-11-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"You drive a hard bargain, wild butler, but I think I can meet your terms. . . ." Yeah, so the metaphor was now well and truly mixed. Sue her. She turned to survey the room. "But . . . who to kiss?"

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