Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

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Chuck was watching TV in the common room. He wasn't particularly pleased to having to be in such a public area to relax but the flatscreen he had ordered for his room still hasn't come in yet. Chuck was sprawled out on the couch, the remote in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. He wasn't about to hang out in something called a common room sober.

[Chuck doesn't want people around but I do. So, open!]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Not only was Chad feeling a little hungry, he was also thinking that he hadn't been very social. Not that he usually was, but there were new kids that were probably worth knowing, so, guitar slung over his back and Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun, the great naked kitty wonder perched on his shoulder, he decided to check out the common room.

He thought he recognized the guy on the couch from his modeling class, so he greeted him with a lift of his chin and a grunt of a greeting.

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Chuck acknowledged the greeting with a slight nod in return. The guy's cat was kind of weird looking. Then again, who was he to judge? He had a pet monkey.

Was someone feeding Sweetie back home? Chuck should probably check up on that.

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"Anything good on?" Chad asked before his head ducked into the refrigerator for a moment. He emerged a moment later with a tomato, and the cat on his shoulder started purring immediately. He carefully took a knife from the cupboard, too, and moved toward the sturdiest chair in the room, taking a seat after moving his guitar and leaning it against the chair. He then sliced off a piece of the tomato and held it up for Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder, who gobbled it right up in a mess of purrs.

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Chuck may have looked apathetic as he watched Chad out of the corner of his eye but he was actually quite interested. The guy was huge and it was almost comical to see him being cute to the ugly cat. Don't judge a book by it's cover or whatever the cliche was.

"No, not really," Chuck said, taking a sip of his drink. "Just sitcoms and the news."

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"Yeah," Chad grunted, slicing off a piece of the tomato for himself now. "There never is."

"You're in Senor Deadpool's modeling class, right?"

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"Yes I am," Chuck said, nodding. He didn't recognize the guy from class but then again Chuck wasn't really paying attention. "I'm Chuck Bass."

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"Yasutora Sado," he lifted his chin in a sort of re-greeting now that they were introduced, considering adding the usual comment about everyone calling him Chad, but decided to skip it this time around. He then tilted his head toward the cat.

"And this is Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun."

Pause.

"The Third."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal wandered down one floor, walked past the common room and backed up to go into the common room when he saw it was occupied.

Things were so much more fun with people!

"Anything exciting happening on this floor? Mine's asleep."

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"Seems to be an epidemic here," Chuck said, not bothering to look away from the TV. "This floor is dead too."

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"And you seem very intent on changing that," Hannibal said, eyes going from Chuck to the television. "Anything good on?"

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Chuck set his jaw at the quip but didn't say anything. He took another sip of his scotch and looked over at Hannibal. "Just the usual for a Wednesday. Sitcoms and the news. I was hoping for a bad movie on the Sci-Fi channel but no such luck."

Chuck did love seeing people being eaten by CGI alligators.

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"You a student?" Hannibal asked, not entirely randomly.

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"No, I'm just here because I love living the dorm life," Chuck said. "Mmm, shared bathrooms, no privacy and mono lurking around every corner. I love it."

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Chad lifted a hand and grunted in greeting to...the other new kid from his nice sturdy chair.

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"Hey there," Hannibal said, hoping that was a wave and not some weird signal to some of the things he'd been hearing about. "New kid. To the school, not to life."

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"...I'd be really confused if you'd be new to life," Chad said, after a moment, because he was initially actually kind of confused by what the new kid meant. He also seemed familiar, which meant he was in one of Chad's classes, and, since he didn't think he saw him today, that meant another one from Senor Deadpool's, probably.

"Yasutora Sado," he introduced himself with another nod. "Not new at all. And this," he tilted his head to the hairless kitten on his broad shoulder, "is Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun."

Pause.

"The Third."

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"Heeey, cool cat," Hannibal said as soon as he got a look at Prince Oscar. "Badass. He do any tricks?"

Might as well ask.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad gave this careful consideration. Because, clearly, it was a tough one.

"...He can purr really loud," he offered. "And he knows Japanese."

Those counted, right?

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Anything good on?" Dick asked as he walked into the common room that - strangely - wasn't on his floor. He didn't seem to make it off his floor to often. That was weird. But not at all relevant to the narrative, really.

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Chuck was beginning to get why they called it a common room and he suddenly wished he had more scotch. "Nope. Nothing. I'm almost hoping for a bad reality show to come on now."

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"Why's that?" Dick asked. "Are you one of those masochistic viewers who enjoys that stuff?"

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"Enjoy it? No, not really. But it's better than sitcoms," Chuck said, wrinkling up his nose. "I can't stand those fat guy, hot wife shows that are supposed to be funny."

The way those lower middle class people lived on TV was terrifying.

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"Oh, come on, they're an American institution," Dick said. "Next you'll be saying that there are too many office sitcoms, too."

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"I suppose I just can't relate to them," Chuck allowed. And god willing he would never have to relate to them.

[makescherries.livejournal.com]

Cimorene was trying to be social to actual people her own age, so she was wandering around and stopped when she reached a common room with people. "Good evening."