Third Floor Common Room: Very Late Thursday Evening

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The tv was tuned into the worst infomercials available and Jamie was parked on the sofa eating his third bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

Quite frankly Ronco products looked a lot better when you're hyped up on sugar.

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[the_merriest]

Rikku was ... completely not sure what the hell sort of mood this was supposed to be, but wandering the halls was helping.

"Are those infomercials?" she asked, leaning in the doorway with a grin.

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"Rikku!" Jamie shouted with a mouth full of crushed cereal and milk.

Which led to him quickly trying to slurp milk back into his mouth before it escaped.

"Yes!" he shouted after he swallowed. "And I've got cereal! Come get sugar loaded with me!"

[the_merriest]

Rikku's jaw dropped. "Are those Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs?!?"

There was now a Rikku, bouncing excitedly on the couch. "Hit me! You rule! That's freaking awesome!"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie handed over the box not realizing it was like handing a loaded weapon to a gun nut. "Eat up! Then we can admire American consumerism at its best."

[the_merriest]

"Can we buy things?" Rikku asked, still bouncing. And shoveling handfuls of cereal into her mouth. Who needed bowls? "I have money! We should buy things! And call and harass the crap out of the people!"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"You sure you want to buy this stuff?" Jamie asked. "And what are you going to do with a rotisserie?"

[the_merriest]

Oh. Huh.

"Throw it off the roof at people? Take it apart and rewire it with blinky lights? Sell it as a charm against eeeeeevil?"

Man, this cereal was good.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"How would it protect you from evil?" Jamie asked. "Would it baste evil in its own juices?"

[the_merriest]

"It would fry up evil on a spit," Rikku nodded. "Besides, it wouldn't really work. We'd just try to get someone to believe that."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Late night wandering was what Valentines did best. Possibly. Up there with juggling. And being strange. But it was one of those things they did well. He was decent at it. Partly. He'd only made it up one floor. So far as wandering went, Valentine was a failure.

But the sight of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs was enough to derail his wanderings, at any rate.

"Is that a public box of cereal?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"I've got more," Jamie said jabbing a thumb back to the counter where there were about six boxes sitting there. "Grab some and get sugared up with me and we can laugh at the useless consumerism."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"As though consumerism isn't hilarious enough on its own?" Valentine was already well on his way to the counter. Mmm, sugary goodness. "What's the pointless product of the evening, no doubt valued at One, no, Two hundred dollars but available for a limited time for only three easy payments of ninety-nine-ninety-nine-ninety-nine?"

He leaned over the back of the couch to get a better look at the television.

"It's a spatula, isn't it? I bet it's a spatula."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"It's a rotisserie," Jamie said. "For roasting slabs of meat in your own home."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"But does it come with a spatula?" Valentine tilted his head and shoved a handful of Sugar Bombs into his mouth. "At least as one of those, 'call now, and we'll also include this handy-dandy' offers?"

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"It comes with metal skewers for stabbing your own hand while trying to make kebabs," Jamie noted. "And rubber gloves and a solid food injector. No spatula though. Is that a breaking point for you?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Not particularly. I don't know what most of that actually is, honestly." Valentine leaned against the back of the couch and watched the television with a smirk on his lips. "I just think spatula is an interesting word."

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"You know what word I like?" Jamie asked. "Harlot. It's just pretty. But I like spatula too. Spppppaaaaatula."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Spatula harlots from beyond the Sugar Bombs," Valentine mused. "Possibly a future blockbuster title. What do you think?"

[the_merriest]

"Valentine!" Rikku waved. "It's an awesome box of cereal, it's Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs! You need some! You totally, totally do!"

She certainly didn't need any more. Sugarsugarsugar.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I totally, totally do, do I?" Valentine grinned and gave a nod. "Good to see you too, Rikku. Have you been well?"

[the_merriest]

"I've been ..." Uh. "I dunno how I've been? Pretty much cool. I think. I have sugar now. And you need to call me or something 'cause we never hang out any more and we should and we need to do another Fandom Chicken movie 'cause I'm a diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiva and my public needs me."

Lots of sugar. Lots.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"You missed out on the last one," Valentine pointed out. "You'll have to settle for having a co-star in any upcoming Fandom Chicken features, you know."

[the_merriest]

"I told you not to film at my birthday!" Rikku said, flailing a bit. "That's no fair! It was my birthday! And now you're just having them without me?! So not cool! Wait till I tell my agent! You're in breach of contract! I'm gonna call my lawyer!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"We never really signed a contract," Valentine pointed out. "Okay, you pick the date for the next one, and let me know. We'll work the filming for our next masterpiece around your schedule, my diva."

[the_merriest]

"Rats," Rikku frowned. "I was hoping you'd forget that. The no-contract part, I mean. Okay, so ... we're up to four now? What's the theme? I want to see the script before I sign anything."