ext_309158 ([identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-01-17 09:04 am
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Third Floor Common Room: Thursday after classes

Mel was spending more and more time out of her room lately trying to be somewhere else whenever a certain someone was there.

Finding nothing better to do and really not interested in hitting the gym, Mel had grabbed a few snacks and was channel surfing in the remote chance something good was on TV.

[Open and always in this comm. Yes.]
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[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassandra randomly wandered up to the third floor. Someone had found her marshmallow stash on the second, and she was hoping that there were some on the third. And, lo, there was someone she could ask.

"Um... are there any marshmallows up here?"

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think so," Mel said continuing to scan the channels for something other than soap operas. "I've got Fritos but that's probably not what you're looking for."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Cassandra agreed, "Fritos are crunchy and salty. Marshmallows are little puffs of sugary goodness." She started rummaging around anyway, just in case there were some hiding behind stuff.

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know what marshmallows are," Mel said rolling her eyes. "I was just offering you an alternative if you didn't care."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, sorry." She kept rummaging, "I think there are Fritos on my floor. I just like marshmallows."

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever," Mel said getting entranced with a Ronco product commercial. "I prefer twinkies anyway."

Yes. She is Xander's slayer.

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Cassandra's tone carried the fact that her nose was wrinkled with distaste. Then, "I don't see any of those here either."

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Vending machine," Mel said jabbing a thumb to the corner of the room. "E7. Sixty-five cents."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassandra sighed and gave up her search. "Think there are marshmallows on other floors?"

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"You want me to use my psychic powers to see?" Mel asked.

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel turned around a gave Cass a snarky look. "Sorry. You're out of luck."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Cassandra's eyes widened in understanding. "You were kidding."

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yep. You'll have to make that run upstairs if you want to know the truth."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't even have psychic powers, do you? I mean non-marshmallow-finding ones."

[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just the occasional prophetic dream," Mel said turning back to the television. "Never about marshmallows."

[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com 2008-01-17 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"That doesn't sound all that useful," Cassandra shrugged.

Then she decided that she didn't feel like going up another flight of stairs. "Frito offer still stand?"
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