ext_31287 ([identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-11-24 12:18 pm

Fourth floor common room, early Saturday afternoon

Dean was in the kitchen making up some grilled cheese sandwiches and mac and cheese. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the no death threatening events or weirdness and camp out in front of the tv and see if there was a bad movie he could watch and heckle. With food of course.

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn wandered in. "No turkey, right?"

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The food part of this plan was the part Cassandra really approved of. It was also the part that drew her into the common room to look around curiously. "Smells good."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a good, cheesy theme," she peeked into the pot and sniffed, "I approve."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro had woken up not too long ago and were down a floor in the hunt for food when Chad got that sneaking suspicion that you got from living here when there were food happenings occurring elsewhere. So, with a can of tuna fish for the cat that had yet to be opened and a tomato he hadn't gotten around to biting into, he went to confirm the suspicion and found people. He liked people.

"Hey, people."

Prince Oscar Pedro also meowed, but there was a good chance with how he was eying that tuna fish, it was more of a reminder to Chad that he was hungry rather than a greeting.

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Monster movies, space movies, or comedies?" Because it was important to know what kind of events you were crashing.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never say not to food," she grinned.

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Meg was starting to spend more time on the fourth floor than she was on her own.

"Hey." she said. "What are you making?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad blinked at Dean for a moment before looking over at Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder, and then back at Dean. "Take it you haven't met him before," he muttered, as if he was surprised that someone might not have. "He's a hairless breed; he's supposed to be like that."

And then he smiled a little and scratched at the kitten's bare head, which, usually, the kitten liked, but that can was still unopened and he was hungry.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cassandra," she said, then added, "Cain." She grinned a bit, "Think you know my roommate."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"You to," she smirked. "You seem like an okay guy."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good idea." she said. "Personally I don't want to see turkey again. Until next year."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh?"

Chad had almost seemed entirely unaware of the fact that he had been carrying food as a few insistent meows rose up from the hairless cat. He blinked, and then his hand fell toward the can.

"Oh, right. Where you guys keep your can opener up here? I was downstairs, but got distracted."

As hard as that might be to believe and all...

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2007-11-24 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could go for a bad B-movie. Maybe even C." She beamed at him, then went to the fridge to see what she could scrounge. "I think you know me too well. Nothing in my sandwich, though. I'm a purist."

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