2nd floor common room, Tuesday after classes

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was bored. Johnny overturned two empty trash cans and laid a piece of board across the top. Then, because yes, he was bored, he made a bunch of paper people, lining them up across the wooden plank. For their sake, he didn't try to name them.

Sitting on the couch, one by one he sent a fireball towards them, torching them, watching them lift in the air and burn until there was nothing left. Yes, he was playing with fire but he was very safe, really. Nothing was catching on fire except for his mini-paper people. How cool was that?

"Yes! Take that you with the cur--" No, he wasn't going to say it cause he didn't mean it. Seriously. He did not name his paper dolls, come on!

[common room is totally open.]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"So much aggression, tsk!" Turtle commented with a shake of her head as she drifted in to find herself a snack and, instead, finding little burning people and a chance to bug Johnny.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Aggression? Pfft, these people deserved it," he said with a wry smirk, glancing over his shoulder at her.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"For what?" Turtle asked wryly, climbing up on the counter because, she swore, everyone always put the good stuff on the top shelf she couldn't reach. "Did they give you a papercut?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"They were trash talkers," he said, chuckling at his own dry sense of humor. "What are you doing?" He got up and came over to the kitchen. "You want to fall and break something?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel had gone for a run, gotten cleaned up, and now she was checking out common rooms, looking for people to bother.

"You're easily amused aren't you?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He grinned over at her. "Why hello there and yes, you could definitely say that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It'll make shopping for Christmas easier," she told him. "Something simple, shiny and potentially flammable and I'm all done."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Anything go boom yet?" Marco asked as he came in to the room.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Never," Johnny said with a chuckle. "Unless, you know, someone wants to hear a boom but then I'm pretty sure I would get expelled or something."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco snapped his fingers. "Drat."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra stood in the doorway frowning. That was... an interesting way to occupy oneself. "How do you do that?" she eventually asked.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"With careful ability and precise, effective motions. It's all in the flick of the wrist," Johnny said, smirking. He glanced over his shoulder. "Oh hey, don't know you yet. Johnny Storm, creator of all things hot."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She eyed him doubtfully, "Cassandra." Then, "I'm pretty sure precise, effective motions aren't going to let me set things on fire."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack waved to Cass.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She turned and waved back. "Hi."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone lit up when she noticed Cassandra. "You! I have pie for you," she informed her friend gleefully. "Only I didn't know what kind you'd like, so I made lots."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Pie?" Cassandra blinked. Then she grinned. "I don't know... what do you recommend?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack wandered in and bzuh'd. "Wow!"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, heya Jack," Johnny cracked a grin. "Just playing with fire. It's cool."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"That's nifty!" He boggled.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was headed towards her room after her library shift when she heard people and detoured into the common room.

"Okay, that is cool," she said, eyes fixed on the little burning people. "Anyone in particular, or just ambient aggression?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"They totally deserved it. They were trash talkers," Johnny said, grinning over his shoulder at her. "We don't need no trash talking people around here." His humor was dry, yes.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"No, no we don't," she agreed. "That is a fitting end to them, then. Hopefully their little trash-talking souls will be purified by the fire."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded at the Sex Ed girl.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jack." Anemone gestured at the multiple pies now lining the counter. "Help yourself. I still have oodles of leftovers from this weekend."