Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Adam was in the mood to just hang out, after working at Wonders of the World. So he made some popcorn and took a seat on the couch, trying to find something worth watching.

Oh, look. An episode of Abaranger was on. Adam boggled a lot less this time around, but there was still a little bit of staring as the opening credits began.

[OOC: Bored! So very, very open!]

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"Some of them certainly tend to be, yes," Adam nodded. "Is the one that says strange things about women, Professor Stinson?" He'd taken a class with him and knew firsthand what he was like.

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"No," said Faile, shaking her head. "Professor Wilson who wears the red face mask all the time. The class is supposed to teach us about feminism, but last week he wanted us to dance around a pole. I don't understand what that has to do with being a woman."

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"Oh, I don't know him," Adam admitted. "He asked you to do that?" He facepalmed, shaking his head.

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"He wanted the whole class to do it," she said. "Most refused."

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"I'm glad to hear that," Adam meant it. That seemed a little much to ask of a class, really.