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Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

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Valentine, prone to wandering as he had always been, wandered into the common room and stopped just behind Will.
...
"What are they doing?"

He might have been staring in horror at the screen. Except that below the chin, not much really differed in the anatomy of people here than where he came from, and.. well.. those pirate ladies were barely dressed.
So he wasn't staring so much in horror, but his mouth was still hanging slightly agape.

Will desperately hoped that someone else would answer the weird masked boy's question, but when a minute or two went by without that happening, she sighed and decided to do it herself.

"It kinda looks like they're making out. Except I'm not really sure how you'd do that while hanging off of the crow's nest like that."

"Ah." Valentine stared for another moment, then smirked. "Quite the acrobats those ladies are. And. Uh... Huh. Yeah. Acrobats."
He was totally coherent. Really.

"Oh, so this is your kind of thing, then?" she asked sarcastically.

"Not really," he confessed. "They're only attractive from about the chin down, anyhow."
Not that he was looking at their faces.
"Besides, you were in here first- maybe it's your thing. You haven't left yet."

Will blushed at the accusation, and kept trying to avoid looking at the TV.

"I'm feeling restless, and don't want to head back to my room yet. And there's a ton of other people here, so..."

"...So you're standing in the doorway watching porn?" Valentine smirked. "Well, I've had my fill of hideous faces attached to gorgeous bodies doing unspeakable things for the evening. I'm going to make my way over to the side of the television set before I have nightmares." He smirked. "You're welcome to join me, unless you're enjoying this fine programming."

"SOunds fine to me," she said, eager to be away from the increasingly graphic pirate porn on the TV. "Lead on."

Valentine continued to grin as he walked to a safer area of the common room and glanced around for a place to sit.
"So, restless tonight, you said? Any particular reason?"

She shrugged. "I think my roommate's been having relationship problems. I don't really want to get in his way of however he wants to deal with that. And plus, I'm too awake tonight to even think of going to bed yet, so I decided to wander and ended up with this." She gestured generally towards the TV and the mob.

"Ah," Valentine offered a little nod. "If it helps any, my roomie seems to always have problems. I generally feel safer when I'm not in my room."
He shrugged and glanced toward the mob. "There are worse places to be than this, anyhow."

"Why, is your roommate of of those psycho-killers-with-problems-they-should-work-out types?" Will asked with a smile.

She pulled her knees up to her chest. "There's always worse places to be than where you are. I've been to a couple of them."

"My roomie is the sort that things the entire world is out to get him, actually," Valentine replied, rather pleasantly, all things considered.

He looked down at her, falling silent for a moment in thought before he took a seat across from her. He wasn't blind-- he could see how much those 'worse places' bothered the girl, and loathe as he was to ever admit it, he didn't much care to see people so down. "I come from one of those worse places, by the way. For as strange as this place is, it beats worrying about what's waiting around the corner to grab at you."

She looked Valentine over carefully. "You don't seem like the kind of thing that would come out of those dark places. Unless you're hiding something terrible inside."

Valentine considered this a moment, then finally, he shook his head.
"You don't have to be a dark thing to come from a dark place," he stated. "And I'm sure plenty of dark people come from places like this."

"I guess not," she conceded. "I've known people who started off as being good, and ended up turning evil because of choices they'd made."

Valentine seemed satisfied with this, but he had to ask anyhow--
"Evil is such a strong word. Do you always assume that people who come from different places and who have faces different than your own are evil until they prove otherwise?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. Some of the evillest people I've met have looked a lot like me. Some of the nicest have been chubby, bluish-green, and horned."

"Hm," Valentine nodded thoughtfully, then smiled faintly. "I suppose I'm just special, then?"
His tone wasn't really snide or sarcastic at all. In fact, it sounded rather calm. He was so used to being the underdog, after all. People making assumptions about him wasn't really new, and Will wasn't the only one at the school to accuse him, directly or otherwise, of being something less than pleasant.
"I must just have one of those faces."

"Well, it's certainly very unique here in school," she said.

She rested her chin on one of her knees, and stared out at the side of the TV. Things never seemed to be easy.

"So I've been told by just about everyone I've met so far," he mused. "I wouldn't change it if I could, but it would be nice if people would stop accusing me of hiding, or calling me a nobody, or any one of a million other things. I like the attention, but attention of the negative sort is tiring."
He looked down at his own feet a moment and thoughtfully pulled a sphere from his pocket, rolling it about on the back of his hand.
"From the chin down, I'm the same as everyone else here."

"Y'know, if you give it another month and a school invasion, people will probably stop mentioning it. Nothing breeds school solidarity like a hoard of invading trolls."

"The school gets invaded on a monthly basis, does it?"
Valentine grimaced and looked up at her, catching the ball in his hand.
"If I said I could hardly wait, I'd be lying. I'm all for the 'not having my life threatened,' myself."

"Yeah, about that. Every month or two at least." She lifted her head off of her knee to look at him. "If it's not trolls, it's zombies or jello dragons."

"Well, at least that last one sounds edible," he remarked idly. "I'm not so sure I'd like to see zombies or trolls running around... Who gets rid of them when they attack?"
The ball was rolling around again, on his fingertips, over the back of his hand. It was the Valentine equivalent of a fidget, really.

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