Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 12/08 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Ah. The couch. Very comfortable, very nice, especially after a long, hard day at the library and working oh-so-hard in Self-Defense Club. Cal reveled in the softness of the cushions and how easily his lanky body seemed to have no problem taking it over, and munching on delicious cookies that seemed to have been just waiting for him to consume.

The fact that Rumor Gal was on the TV was pure coincidence. Really. It was just on. Background noise. Somehow, 'someone' had lost the remote under the couch again. The fact that he appeared riveted to it was just more of his clear acting skills.


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[momslilassassin]

"I'm going to be on a permanent sugar high if this continues," Ben said, munching on a cookie. "Plus ten pounds heavier."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

There was a bit of an extended pause before Cal said anything in response, trying to make sure he didn't miss what was on TV.

"...maybe," he finally offered, biting into one of his own, "it's the school's way of fattening us up to keep warm this winter."

[momslilassassin]

"If we end up as some kind of sacrifice before people who like their teenagers cookie-flavored, I'm blaming you," Ben said.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal held up his hands, gawking at Ben. "Everyone always blames me!" he declared. "I meant fattening up so we can survive, not the opposite!"

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed and flopped himself onto a couch. "Okay. What are we watching?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal tried to make his sigh not too obvious.

"...Rumor Gal," he muttered.

O, sweet, horrible addiction!

[momslilassassin]

"And they wear those clothes on purpose?" Ben replied, tilting his head at the screen.

Said the guy with the braid.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Hey, some of them aren't bad."

Said the guy in the funeral jacket from a road-side thrift store.

"Well, the girls look hot," he amended. "Except the one with the really awful haircut. If that's what's in style, I'm glad I'm thirty years behind."

[momslilassassin]

"The blond, or the one with the headband that could be its own planet?" Ben asked.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

After work, Worf headed back to the dorms and decided to leave the remaining Rokeg Blood pie in one of the common rooms in case someone wanted something more adventurous than cookies to eat.

He gave a nod to everyone in the room. "There is blood pie for those interested. What is on the viewing screen?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, of all the...

"Nothing," Cal said, maybe a bit too quickly. "It was just on. Background noise."

Pause.

"There are hot chicks in it."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf tilted his head at the screen.

"Nice legs."

...

"For a human."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

The wave of relief that washed over Cal at that moment was enough to wipe out an entire coastal city.

"Extremely nice," he assured Worf. "If there were a Greek goddess dedicated solely to legs, she'd be the radiant reincarnation of her."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"They are well toned," Worf said nodding in appreciation. "Is this a documentary?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I hope not," Cal said with a snort. "There's no way real people could be this ridiculous. It is kind of entertaining, though."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"On this island there is no limit to ridiculous," Worf commented. "If there can be tiny white horses on a roof who is to say this is silly?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal lifted his hand. "Me," he answered.

"Seriously, though, this is a good episode. It's totally making up for last weeks."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve had absolutely nothing to do, which led to utter boredom. Which led to her wandering into the common room and rummaging around for a snack before settling in on the couch to watch Rumor Gal with almost as much interest as Cal.

Yup, way too much boredom.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal lifted a hand in greeting to Eve, but most of his attention seemed to be into the show (this shit was intense tonight!) and, apparently, getting cookie crumbs all over his chest.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"What'd I miss?" Eve asked, tearing open the bag of potato chips she'd snagged.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Ummmm," Cal considered, "the jerky dad's dead and a whole bunch of shit went down at his funeral."

That seemed the best way to recap efficiently.

"It was awesome."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Jerky dad's dead? Sweet." Eve held the bag of chips out in Cal's direction, offering some if he wanted. "And ooh, funeral drama. That ought to be good for ratings. Not that the show needs it, but y'know, higher ratings are nothing to sneeze at."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal waved his hand at the offer of chips; he had more than enough cookies to hold him over. "After last week's episode, though," he said, "the funeral drama was needed, for me, anyway. If this episode was as bad as last, I was going to swear it off. But this one's good. If you ignore the stupid storyline with the blonde and the douche-y guys. But that seems to be her M-O."

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Well... at least she's consistent?" Eve said, wrinkling her nose. "Though consistency can be vastly overrated sometimes. She should shake things up a little."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Like settle in with a hermaphrodite from Detroit, since she seemed so fond of pussies anyway.

Cal was just going to grin for a moment at that thought, off in his own little blissful world. He was still present enough to say, "Agreed. She can do much better."

Maybe she could dye her hair red while she was at it, too.