Fifth floor common room, Saturday evening

[solo_sword]

After detention there had been some time to check messages and figure out if there was anything she needed to catch up on after spending her morning cleaning up alligator parts, and then she'd gone for the second shower. Her priorities were a bit skewed, but 'ew' was 'ew'.

Since she had some time on her hands, she settled into the common room of her apparently adopted floor with popcorn and her comlink on the table in front of her, flipping through channels and being really glad that Scifi's monster movies tonight had nothing to do with lizards.


[Omg people I have not actually played in TWO WHOLE DAYS. Seriously, no SP pings or ANYTHING. I need to post a CR to fix that. Open!
Oh, and it's Ogre and Grendel on Scifi tonight, if anyone is curious.Yes, I checked.]

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[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Are you lost?" John asked, entering the common room in search of food.

[solo_sword]

"No, I just figured you'd get bored and come looking for me," she teased. "Also your room is all the way down the hall."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, took me a while to work up the nerve to come down here in search of a snack," he replied, making his way over. "I guess talking to you will do."

[solo_sword]

"I might share my popcorn," she said. "Further incentive to stick around."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Sold," he replied, leaning in and getting a good look at her hair. "Someone showered."

[solo_sword]

"I cleaned up alligators today, I really wasn't wanting to take chances with hygiene," she explained.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it was pretty gross. Not the worst," because harpies had wings and feathers and John remembered that trip with the voxyn, "but gross. I don't think I'm going to miss cleaning up after nasty stuff."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

An alarm clock came beeping down the hallway, the sound getting closer and closer and really sounding almost gleeful.

"OKAY, OKAY, ENOUGH ALREADY, GEEZ!" bellowed the voice that was coming closer too.

The little wheeled clock skidded to a halt a few feet inside the common room and stopped beeping.

"Oh, great, are we giving the island more ideas for the next attack?"

That wasn't the alarm clock; that was Katchoo, now leaning against the doorframe and eyeing the TV with a mixture of horrified curiosity and disdain.

She was so friendly.

[solo_sword]

"Have you seen our janitor? I think we're too late for this one," Jaina assured her, eyeing the clock curiously. "Um?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Oh, god, that wasn't a joke about the janitor?" Clocky beeped mockingly (translation: "just because you're clueless enough not to have noticed doesn't mean I am too"), and Katchoo hauled her foot back to kick it but didn't actually follow through. "Yeah, don't ask me how this thing got its attitude. I blame the island for that too."

[solo_sword]

"Your clock is sentient?" Better to just ask, Jaina figured.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Only as sentient as it needs to be, to be a pain in my ass," Katchoo answered, and Clocky rolled around in a circle and beeped smugly.

"Aw, can it, you glorified circuitboard."

[solo_sword]

"No, seriously, how does it do that?" Jaina asked, her inner geek coming out. "Unless you're from somewhere with droids..."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer quietly made her way into the common room, trying to be social again. It was fun, and easy for her, but she always felt this nagging voice that she should be studying harder.

She had her evidence bag with her, as she was supposed to.

[solo_sword]

Jaina nodded at the bag, asking, "Present?"

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer shook her head. "Assignment, actually. It's for Criminal Justice."

[solo_sword]

"You brought your homework to the common room?" It wasn't a judgment. She liked that someone did that, but then again, she was a workaholic.

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Every time we see someone from the class, we're supposed to exchange evidence bags and sign them," she said. "It's a procedural assignment, really."

[solo_sword]

"Huh. Have you had to exchange anything yet?" she wondered.

[weetuskenraider]

When the game she was watching got to halftime, Tahiri wandered up a floor with an odd look on her face and stuck her head into the common room.

"You're sure you don't have any relatives in this galaxy, right?"

[[I HAD TO, OMG.]]

[solo_sword]

"Just the two currently here..." said Jaina, suddenly afraid. "What? Who now?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I've been watching some sport downstairs. One of the players is named Solo. Last name, I mean." Yes, Tahiri looked significantly weirded out by that, still and blamed her player for being an utter hopeless dork.

[solo_sword]

"I don't have any known relatives who are sports players," she said slowly while her player was giggling. "I think I'm deciding that unless they're here, I don't have the brain to worry about it."

[weetuskenraider]

"Probably a good idea." Tahiri shrugged. "Anyway, she let in a goal."

[solo_sword]

"Is that good or bad?" Jaina wondered.