5th Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

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Normally, Dōjima wouldn't worry about a laundry strike. That's why she owned acres of clothing, so that she didn't need to worry about what to wear. But stuff was missing from her closet, and the only clean things left were her clubbing gear or her workout clothes.

Which is why she was all dressed up, sprawled on a couch while watching Steel Simian. If it was choice between looking fantastic or grubby, well, that wasn't any choice at all.


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[peace_n_war]

Warren had to get out of his room. The disappearance of his favorite t-shirt- the kind of grubby black one with the phoenix on the front of it- had him more than a little irritated, and if he spent any more time rifling through his dresser to no avail it was likely he was going to attempt to throw the whole thing out the window.

And so, armed with a plate of fortune cookies from earlier that week, his most ratty blue jeans, and his leather coat (but delightfully and sadly without a shirt underneath), he was putting some distance between himself and his dresser by migrating up to the fifth floor common room.

...

"Good movie."

And he didn't even have to read the subtitles. Score.

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"Arigato," Dōjima answered absently, glancing up for just a second to see who it was before going back to the movie. Random kid. Cool. "I like this one. It sucks that they tweaked the film to take out a lot of the physical comedy and the political stuff, but I guess they had to market it to American audiences."

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Hurley wandered into the common room, now down to wearing a robe over some pajamas. Tomorrow's work would be... interesting.

"Hey," he said, before he plopped onto a couch. Then he realized what she was wearing. "Wow."

[peace_n_war]

"They just don't appreciate the good stuff out here," Warren noted, holding the plate of cookies toward her. Hey. She didn't have to know he helped make up whatever messed-up fortune she happened to get if she took one. "Cookie?"

Yes. He was shameless.

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Dōjima glanced up and offered a quick wave. He had been in her cooking class... Henry? No. "Hey, Hurley," she answered. "Hope you don't mind kung-fu."

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Romeo, meanwhile, was wearing an oversized Hawaiian shirt and khakis with a mustard stain.

"I feel underdressed," he informed his girlfriend as he took a seat near her.

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"Dude, who minds kung fu?" Hurley said. "We worked together in cooking class once, yeah?"

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Free food? Score. "Tell me about it," Dōjima bitched, reaching out to grab a few. "Don't get me wrong, Japan has its share of bad television, but at least we know it's bad. And there's nothing quite like a good martial arts film."

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Dōjima grinned and nodded. "Yup!" she answered. "I even passed the class, too. I don't know how, but I did!"

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Hurley chuckled. "Come on, it wasn't that hard."

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"I'd offer to put you in one of my skirts again, but you're the wrong shape, and I'm already missing half my wardrobe," Yurika teased, smiling as he came over. "You run a clothing store, aijin, just go get something pretty."

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"I burn ramen," Dōjima intoned mock-seriously. "I'm lucky nothing caught fire during class. Well, okay, there was that one time, but it was supposed to be on fire! Cal said so!"

"But seriously, unless the directions call for it to be on High in the microwave for about two min, then I'm screwed."

[peace_n_war]

"Look on the bright side," Warren said, as though there was a bright side to be had among all the hack-and-paste editing that international movies tended to receive, "at least they didn't dub it."

Those things could be ruthless.

He settled behind the couch, standing and leaning over the back of it. "Did I miss anything good?"

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"This is why God invented delivery," Hurley said with a smile.

[withoutverona]

"... but it's cold," Romeo whined.

Meaning he hadn't thought of that.

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Dōjima shuddered dramatically. "Don't remind me," she begged as her mun cracked up. "Early dubbing is a scary, scary thing."

"Not much, it just started. The physician has arrived in town, and we're about to get the mugging." It might be fair to say she had the movie memorized, but that's because it was Sheer Awesome.

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"So? The sooner you go, the sooner you get back, and then I can warm you up." The look she shot him was positively naughty, and Yurika winked at him.

"But you're right. It's dark and cold outside, and going into town now would be insane."

[withoutverona]

Romeo laughed. "You haven't spent nearly enough time in my enlarged bed yet, love," he told her. "But I'll go in the morning, after movies class. I think that's my best one this time."

[peace_n_war]

"Thanks." He settled up against the back of the couch, cracking open a cookie and barely glancing at the fortune inside. It wasn't like FOR PONY surprised him any.

...

Though it was really amusing.

A smirk toying on his lips, his attention drifted from the movie to the girl he'd given the cookies to, to see if she happened to actually read her fortunes before eating hers.

Morbid curiosity.

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"True," she acknowledged. "I have half the town on speed-dial, I swear. I think the sushi place has my credit card number memorized."

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Hurley gave a wave to the dude he'd not met before. "Hey dude," he said. "Think you're... missing a shirt." He smirked.

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"That just makes it easier," Hurley said. "And tastier."

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"I want movies class," she whined, sulking at him slightly. "I had to use magic today, I want movies!"

[peace_n_war]

"Really," Warren grunted, giving the other guy his flattest, most serious sort of look, "I didn't notice."

Yeah, he'd noticed.

"Not that you're one to talk, apparently."

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Dōjima cracked open the cookie, barely glancing at the slip of paper as she popped the first half in her mouth.

The double-take was probably priceless. Your roommate knows ? What the hell?

A quick break of the next cookie revealed No, and Yurika grinned. "Niiiiiiiiiice. You raid the prank store or something?"