Fourth floor common room: Monday Evening

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal was very deliberately spending the evening doing something just for him, something that involved no work or stress whatsoever.

He was curled in a chair in the common room, reading The Hobbit Halfling, and really getting into it. There were occasional exclamations of surprise or excitement, but they were in Karsite, so they probably sounded a little strange.

The television was on, providing some background noise, but he wasn't watching it. Didn't mean other people couldn't, however.

[ooc: open, of course! Shhh, it always said Monday]

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[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Jim said. "Have we met before?"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. Unless you've met Jo Harvelle and in that case you didn't actually meet me; just someone who looked like me." she said. "I'm Meg Manning."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"That's why you look familiar," Jim said. "She played flag football with me. I didn't recognize her... you... not tackling someone. I'm Jim."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Jim." she said. "I just joined the flag football team but, uh, I'm not too good. With the exception of cheerleading I'm not the most athletic gal around."

She didn't forget her athletic skill on the stipper pole in Deadpool's class. She was just choosing not to mention it.

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, you don't need to be athletic to get along in flag football here," Jim said. "The last actual game we had got into people taking their shirts off and then the ball grew wings and flew away. Not exactly the best showing of athleticism out there. It was fun, though."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"The ball flew away?" she asked. "Were you using a duck as a football or something?"

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"No, but I think I'm going to suggest that to John for next time," Jim said. Or, he could just replace all the footballs with ducks. Either one would work. "It seriously just grew wings. And the score was tied. I think it was just trying really hard to be impartial."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"That was nice of the football." Meg said. "Most footballs I know are jerks."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"What, they poke people in the eye when you throw them, dive into the ground before you catch them, that kind of thing?" Jim asked.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"And sometimes they fly into the hands of the other team on purpose." she said. "Those are footballs from the bad side of town."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"I hate footballs like that." Jim leaned over conspiratorially and said in a stage whisper, "Don't tell anyone, but I always try to slip the football a twenty before the game. You know, try to convince it to land in my hands a little more often. It doesn't always work, sometimes they think they're above that kind of thing, but it's nice when it works."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg laughed. "I won't tell a soul."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"I appreciate it. Especially if you end up on the other team," Jim said.