Third Floor Common Room: Friday Afternoon

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie was lounging in the common room watching Paula Deen go through 16 pounds of butter in one thirty minute episode.

And despite the overabundance of butter, watching the show made Jamie hungry. So he stamped his foot on the ground to create a duplicate.

"Make me a sandwich," Jamie ordered.

"Make it yourself," the duplicate grumbled as he stretched out on the sofa and yawned. "I don't feel like it."

Jamie sighed and stamped his foot again. "Make me a sandwich."

"What's the point?" the new duplicated asked glumly. "A million years from now will anyone care that we made a sandwich today when our sun goes supernova and wipes out the entire solar system?"

Jamie face-palmed. It was going to be one of those days.

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was bored. Jack was hungry. Maybe someone in the common rooms would be cooking. He decided to check.

No... no cooking...but... triplets?

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

The three Jamies stopped arguing with each other to look over at Jack.

"What are you staring at?" they all asked in unison.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"You...all?" he replied, all agog.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Take a picture. Lasts longer," they all said and went back to watching Paula stuff more butter into another pie.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I might. I worka at the Photo---did she just use a whole stick of butter on that pie?" he said, staring at the TV.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"When it feels real good, like a feeling should..." Robin was singing to himself when he came into the room.

"Hi Jamie! Hi Jamie! Hi Jamie!" he greeted the three Jamies.