fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Ron was sitting in the living room of the third floor common room, abusing the remote control and trying to find something... anything to watch. However nothing seemed to really fit the bill.

Reno was bored. Bored bored bored. And there was a common room to be bored in, which was an awesome change of pace from being bored in his dorm room. Except for how Ron was there. Abusing the remote control. That could be problematic for the curing of his boredom.

"Yo, Ron, how 'bout you just stop hittin' the buttons and settle on somethin'," he suggested, leaning over the edge of the couch with a raised eyebrow.

"Shut your trap or I'll turn you back into an action figure," Ron snarked as he continued to change the channels with his patented keysmash technique.

"Yeah? You an' what toy manufacturer?" Reno scowled and made an angry snatch at the remote. He could justify it with the knock on his pride, there. Yes, indeed. Very good. "Gimmie that, Princess."

"Hey!" Ron shouted as he started a tug of war with the remote. "Leggo!"

"I ain't lettin' go. You're gonna wear out the battery usin' it like you are!" Batteries were a big deal. Reno wasn't in the mood to run off to replace them if Ron here killed them.

The remote slipped from Ron's hand which did not help matters. "Give that back!"

"Hell no," came Reno's smooth reply. "There are hot werewolf stalkers on channel one, yo. I'm plannin' on watchin' that, dammit."

Ron pulled out his wand and aimed it at Reno. "Give me the remote. Now."

Reno quirked an eyebrow. "You gotta deathwish, don't you? You know, I keep status items in my pockets just for when you're there actin' all like an idiot, an' shit." He flipped the channel. Oh, yeah. Perky werewolf stalkers. THAT was the way to watch television, right there.

Ron waved his wand in a particular gesture and a burst of energy shot out that hit the remote, bounced off in a myriad of directions and ricocheted around the room before then hitting Reno and then Ron and zapping them into the television set...

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"Who are you talking to?" Rikku asked, bouncing in to the room. "I got your call. Do not ask about the outfit."

Somehow, all of her clothes had gone pirate-wenchy. So. Weird.

Dōjima just pointed at her own rather wench-ish attire and shrugged. "Don't ask, don't tell, my friend," she responded. "I'm talking to Red, he and Weasel seem to be stuck in the television, and I don't know how to get them out."

"They're .... in the television?" Rikku crouched near it and stared in horror. And fascination. "I didn't think you could do that. You can do that?"

"I can't do that, but somehow they did it," Dōjima answered. "I don't think they can hear us. If they can, they haven't bothered talking back to me yet."

"So they're stuck?" Rikku said, raising an eyebrow. "Why do I have the feeling they did something really, really stupid!?"

Dōjima just gave Rikku a Look. "Probably because they're boys," she said cheerfully. "Have a seat, it'll be fuuuuuun."

Rikku plopped down on the couch. "Well, it's not like there's anything else on," she said.

That may have been an evil grin, yes.

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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