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fandomhighdorms2007-11-04 07:54 am
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Fourth Floor Common Room: Saturday evening
Karal was happy. Really, truly happy. He was back in Fandom, to stay, this time, and everything in his world was going well.
There was really nothing to be unhappy about! So, in minor celebration, he was participating in an uniquely Fandom activity: Pizza and television.
There were a number of pizzas, because he'd determined those were the rules if you brought pizza to a common room: you always brought enough to share, and Karal was sitting on the couch, slowly flipping through the channels as he tried to work out what everything was.
Altra was sprawled across the back of the couch, contributing snarky commentary. Luckily, only Karal could hear it, though anyone watching might wonder about his apparently random moments of laughter.
[ooc: it's a common room, so of course it's open, and there are moddable pizzas for all!]
There was really nothing to be unhappy about! So, in minor celebration, he was participating in an uniquely Fandom activity: Pizza and television.
There were a number of pizzas, because he'd determined those were the rules if you brought pizza to a common room: you always brought enough to share, and Karal was sitting on the couch, slowly flipping through the channels as he tried to work out what everything was.
Altra was sprawled across the back of the couch, contributing snarky commentary. Luckily, only Karal could hear it, though anyone watching might wonder about his apparently random moments of laughter.
[ooc: it's a common room, so of course it's open, and there are moddable pizzas for all!]

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"Altra! Inara may not want to pat you, did you ever think of that?"
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Karal smiled and shook his head. "I'm not sure Altra would ever object to being patted," he said, settling back against the couch. "Have you been well, Inara?"
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Although she remembered speaking to Luke, that wasn't the kind of information that she would pass on, even to one of his friends.
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"Have you thought of asking Principal Washburn about the ass? And Altra is right, even those with the gift of Foresight only see possible futures." He stopped to consider her for a moment, then smiled. "Unless you want to grump, in which case I can stop talking and grump with you."
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She ducked her head, letting her hair fall forward. "I'm sorry, I've just never met anyone who changed the world after I met them, that's all."
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