Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

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[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Dude! Mr. Echolls is dead?!" said Dick, who was surprised but he didn't look upset. "Man, we're in 11th grade where I'm from. I wonder if he'll bite the dust in my timeline thingy?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked, then facepalmed. "I should have asked what year you're from first. My bad. Don't tell Logan or Veronica. Sometimes this stuff doesn't happen the same."

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"No problem! I'm not about to incur the wrath o' Logan." says Dick. "And Ronnie and I don't talk much. And when we do it usually involves some insults against each other's family."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Always fun," Parker observed. "They didn't mention you, sorry. I'll be sure to ask our Logan about you the next time I talk to him." Assuming he lived through tax season, anyway.

[np! later is fine! Sleep!]