Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course).

Kawalsky was in the common room with a couple of pizzas, knowing that it was always wise to bring extra if you were going to eat in a public space.

[OOC: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

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[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky looked confused for a second, then realized who she was talking about. The cat. "Then I guess I could be free too. Unless something more important comes up."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, I'd hate to interrupt any plans you may have." Alanna said with a grin.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Glad we're on the same page," he said, returning the grin. "So now that that's out of the way, want some pizza?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Oh please, yes." Alanna said and glanced over at her cat. Who was talking to a polar bear. "My cat is talking to a ... large, white, bear thing."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Polar bear. He's a student. Probably. Unless he's a lying polar bear."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"...Okay. That works. Why not?" Alanna turned back to the television. "I think my brain just broke."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Brain breakage by polar bear?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Nah. By the fact that my cat is having a one sided conversation with it. Also? Bears shouldn't be white."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"But polar bears are because they're from the arctic. They have to have white fur to blend in with the snow. It's all about camouflage."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Alanna blinked. "Can we switch to something less brain-breaky?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Pizza?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Pizza's good." Alanna nodded.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"It is. I got some to share. You know how it goes. You show up with food, people will come."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"People and polar bears." Alanna pointed out. "Oh, um, what am I supposed to wear?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Clothes. I wouldn't mind if you didn't wear them," he said with a cheeky grin, "But I think people might stare."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blushed and thwaped Charlie on the arm. "No, seriously!" She said, trying to bite down her giggle.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Whaaat? Doesn't matter what you wear. I'm no good at that kind of thing. Maybe ask one of the girls?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Great, but when people start asking me about how to avoid pregnancy? I'm sending them to you. Because having that conversation once was more than enough." It's great when Alanna's brain catches up to her mouth. She turned a color very similiar to her hair.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"You *might* be better off sending them to the clinic. I don't think I'm the right guy to give the birds and the bees talk."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna absentmindedly fingered the charm that hung around her neck. "Blame Faithful, he's the one who told them to talk to me in the first place. And why do all our conversations go into very strange teritories?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Because we're very strange people. Who'd Faithful tell to come ask you that?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Dawn. And that we are. He also told Door something about invisible underwear and appropriate prom wear and me and then I contimlated how much trouble I would get in for strangling my cat."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't hold it against you. So are Dawn and Door traumatized now, or on the right track? Somehow I don't think Principal Washburn would appreciate random teenage pregnancies."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"On the right track." Alanna said firmly. "My world is oddly advance in some areas." She frowned. "Aside from some small cases." She cleared her throat. "Also? Principal Washburn sort of gave me permission to stuff Jamie into a closet if he gets to be annoying."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie snickered. "Yeah, that'll never work. He'll just bang his head against the door and dupe himself until the closet explodes."