Fourth floor common room: Quite early Sunday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Mice, as it turned out, weren't big on sleeping for long stretches at a time. This explained why Jack had squeezed under Cedric's door, exploring his way down the hallway, sniffing at each door until he ended up in the common room.

It took awhile, but he eventually managed to climb up onto the couch and scamper over to the remote control. //Okay, I can do this.//

Bouncing up and down on the power button eventually turned the TV on, and he used both paws to change the channel. He paused, twitching his whiskers, as the screen was suddenly filled with mice. Cute mice. //The Saviours, huh?//

Jack curled up on top of the remote to watch the story of two heroic mice, who obviously had a severe case of UST, nibbling on a bit of popcorn he'd found under one of the pillows.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

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[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"No!" Peter said, hastily. "Just... doesn't that reverse curses? In fairy tales?"

[fates_jaye]

"Oh!" she says. "I think that only works if I'm sleeping."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Peter said. "Then I've got nothing."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye pouts at him. It's surprisingly cute considering she has no real lips.