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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"I wasn't asking," Fraser flailed. "And we don't have have UST." He really didn't know if they did or not.

*BUZZZZZZZZ*

"And I'll take Clueless again for 800."

Fraser flailed and finally just asked Aly. "I'm completely unfamiliar with UST. Is what he saying true?"

Aly laughed. "It's called flirting and that may possibly have been what was happening."

"Oh." He blinked. "Why is he singing at us? I've flirted before. I've never heard it called UST though."

"Because he's Jamie Madrox and insane?"

"...good reason," he said. "Am I that clueless?"

"You're an excellent friend and a gentleman," Aly replied.

Which wasn't really an answer. She still had his hat though.

*BUZZ*

Sweet darling, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
Baby, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)

"Perhaps you're jealous that she likes me better than you," Fraser said without thinking.

*BUZZ*

"OH MS. SWOOP! LET US CAST OFF OUR INHIBITIONS! TAKE OFF THE HAT AND LET US THROW CAUTION TO-"

Jamie stopped and shrugged.

"Nah. I prefer women who can kill with skin contact."

"Your girlfriend is POISONOUS?"

Sokka doesn't know Marie. Can you tell?

"More of the psychic suck your life force dry kind of thing, but she's totally hawt."

Fraser glared at him. It wasn't much of a glare but it was a glare nonetheless. "You get minus five hundred points, Mr. Madrox."

"In that case I'd like to wager a thousand, Alex."

"My name's not Alex," he said, "and what would you like to wager it on?"

"How long it's going to take for you to get your hat back."

Fraser quirked an eyebrow. "And you have a guess for how long that will take?"

Jamie looks at Aly as though appraising her.

"A day or until she makes you break down in tears."

"Why would she do that?"

"In case it would help you get your hat back?" she said. "Just taking a stab in the dark."

"I can live without my hat." He could. "I've got spares."

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