Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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The best thing about the end of the holidays? TV shows off hiatus. Tony had chips and soda and was back to his usual Wednesday spot on the couch to watch Darkest Night.

It occurred to him once he got settled that he probably should have picked up some alcohol. Because tonight was Episode Nine. The one that would make the "Beer Bad" episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker look like a work of genius.

Tonight, Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant had to face... the Mold Man. With bonus Charlemagne flashbacks.

[Open! Episode Nine: possibly the worst TV episode ever. About Darkest Night.]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was on his way out for some--ooh, television.

He'd just watch for a bit as he plopped into an open chair.

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"Hey," Tony waved. "How's it going?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton made her way down to the common room and curled up on the other end of the couch. "New ep tonight?"

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"Mold Man," Tony said. He held out the bag of chips to her. "How's it going?"

[thatsamilkshake]

The situation in Francine's room had gotten dire: those tins of Christmas cookies were just sitting there. Staring at her. Calling to her with their tiny cookie voices. Come on, Francine, eat us! Just a couple! You can stop after two! Or three! You'll still fit into your new jeans by the end of the week. We promise! Liars. Clearly they had to go.

"Save me from my cookies?" she asked plaintively as she came into the common room, grabbed an empty spot at the end of a couch, and held up the open holiday tin.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Mold man..." Peyton shook her head and took a handful of chips. "I'm really pretty great. And you?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had planned on heading down to the lobby again, but had been distracted by the sounds of a television on her way down the stairs. Poking her head in the room, she'd stopped, staring at the cute semi-shirtless guy on-screen... fighting a guy who looked like Clayface. If Clayface were made of moss. And green make-up.

"... oh my god, that's lame."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah picked her way across the room, and stopped at this, giggling. "You need a cookie hero?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Investigating the other rooms in the building, Merlin found himself looking in at the flashing box and Tony. "Is that the Tee Vee?"

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"Hullo, Dinah!" Merlin greeted cheerfully.

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Tony eyed the tin. "What are they doing?" he asked. Around here, you never knew.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Cookies?" Merlin asked. Sure, his time might not have known that word, but sweets were universal.

And he hadn't had in since the last feast at Camelot...

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"Yup," Tony said. "This is a show called Darkest Night, about a vampire detective."

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Francine stifled a laugh and nodded earnestly. "They're evil! They want to make my hips go bloooooooooooph!" She spread her arms to gargantuan, elephant's-child-bearing width.

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"That's Darkest Night," Tony said ruefully. "You one of the new arrivals?"

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"Doing all right," Tony said. He added, "Andrew left."

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"Threatening my pants-size!" Francine pronounced, wide-eyed.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Coming forward to rest his hands on the couch, Merlin looked at the television like he was expecting it to do more than that. "That's it?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Merlin! Hi!" Dinah brightened immediately, and waved from the door, then wandered into the room, looking for a spot near him, but not *too* near him. No reason to crowd the guy. She finally found a chair near his, and sat herself down, pleased. "How've your last few days gone?" She glanced up at the TV again, and blinked at the scene. "Is that guy trying to drip onto the lead actor?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...I'm not actually sure," He said, looking with her at the box. "Are they supposed to do that on it?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Dinah, hi. I'm up on third," Dinah said, a little distracted by the awfulness onscreen. "I've never heard of this one." She turned to smile at Tony, and mentally thought cute! Cute everywhere! "And I'm thinking it's not just because maybe it doesn't exist in New Gotham." She pointed to the green guy. "Plant Lord?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Oh Tony, God, I'm sorry," Peyton said, turning to him. "How are you doing really?"

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"Oh!" Tony smiled. "I can help with that." He wasn't as skinny as he'd been a couple of years ago, but he still had nothing to fear from cookies. He reached out to the tin. "How's it going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Have no fear!" Dinah was always looking for a reason to do this, let's be honest. She struck a Defender of the Public pose. "Cookie Consumer is here! Ready and willing to scarf sugar until I'm climbing the walls!" She paused, then said apologetically, "Except not literally, I can't really do that, you know?"

So many things could be misleading around here.

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"Mold Man," Tony said. "I'm Tony, on this floor. From Vancouver, Canada, Earth, present day. Where's New Gotham?"