4th Floor Common Room, Sunday Eve

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John sat on one of the couches, snacks on hand, bottle of pop at the ready, flipping through the channels waiting for the Big Game and the commercials to start. He's totally not bribing people with food, nor does he have a sheet for the spread.

[open like a common room should be!]

Comments

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Well, Agatha built it, so think of a Squichie machine mixed with Goth and Emo and that's it."

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"So it's like a self-moving dispenser...with emotions?!" This sounded like something to fear. If it was upset, couldn't it just squirt squishie all over the offender?

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy nodded. "It's over at All & Sundries, or whatever it's called now."

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

"We may have to go check it out then..." And by check it out, they totally meant annoy. They wanted to see this thing spew squishie.