fandomhighdorms | P.R.A.T.S. - Thursday, 6pm, First Floor Lobby

Hades didn't know why P.R.A.T.S had turned into a game show extravaganza, but whatever kept the mortals entertained for a while. He had his podium. He didn't care about anything else, except perhaps for his backside which was still tender from being shot with rock salt yesterday.

"Welcome to Fandom Feud, the game show where the answers are ~~completely made up~~ based on polling data. Each team gets a category, then it's up to you to come up with the Top 10 popular answers. You have 60 seconds to shout out the answers to the Top 10. At the end of the 60 seconds, a minute for those of you who can't count that high, we'll get your score. Team with the highest score at the end wins.

I'm guessing the rules are going to be thrown out the window and this'll turn into a yelling match within the first ten minutes, so let's get on with it. Oh, and the Mountie is here to help. Plus whoever else stops by when I can't be bothered talking to you."

[OOC: As always, all welcome. PRATS members should at least have a look-in.]

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Rikku buzzed in again. "Can they make a show of the Bork Bork guy? 'Cause I'd watch that."

"Who?"

Rikku could have just said "the dude in the cafeteria," but that would be way too simple. So instead she cleared her throat and started waving her hands around.

"Ingur svee hork diddy hoo, ka dessa doo, yay berk sphere hork dare scare herm BORK BORK BORK!"

"You're not having a seizure, are you?" Fraser asked carefully.

Rikku stared at him, appalled. "The cafeteria guy! With the weird accent! That sings the Bork Bork song with you and likes to smoooosh things with a cakensmooosher that's really a baseball bat but baseball seems like a dumb sport so I like the name cakensmoosher way better."

"I tend to not eat in the cafeteria," Fraser said. "So, that's not on the cards. Do you have another guess?"

Rikku tried to think of ... absolutely anything she'd seen on TV. "Old zombie movies?"

"Always good for a sleepless night," Fraser said. "Do you want that to be on the board?"

"Do I get to pick? 'Cause that'd be great if it was, like, number three or something and we got some points."

"Are points that important?" No, he had no idea what he was doing either.

"They are if they make Hades get all angry when he comes back and finds out that we're winning. He'll call me Malibu Stacy again and his hair will turn yellowy and that's so great."

"I thought you and Hades were good friends?" Fraser asked. "Almost family."

Rikku stared at him. "You ... totally have to think I'm somebody else, on this one."

"I don't think so," Fraser said. "I can see the resemblance almost."

Rikku blinked. And blinked again.

And then giggled madly. "You should tell Hades about this. You're the first person to figure it out! Congratulations! Tell him about the resemblance especially. It'll tickle him, I just know it."

Fraser nodded. "I will, of course. Is Malibu Stacy his nickname for you?"

Rikku smiled sweetly. "You know how old friends have their in-jokes."

He returned the smile. "Of course. It's just an unusual name."

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