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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[solo_sword]

"And he stayed like this?" Jaina asked, leaning forward to peer at the clock. "I think Fandom's actually managed to surprise me. I've only known it to make machines come alive like that temporarily. Like the washing machines, or whatever happened there."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Clocky beeped a cheerful hello at Jaina and obligingly scooted a little closer.

"Yep." Katchoo rolled her eyes and made an irritated popping sound with her lips at the end of the word. She actually kind of liked the little bastard, much as she didn't need the reminder that it was only a matter of time before somebody figured out where she was. "Island has a freakish sense of humor, I swear."

[solo_sword]

"Can I get a closer look?" asked Jaina, though it was unclear whether she was asking the owner or the clock. "And you won't get any arguments from me on the freakish sense of humor. Sometimes I think it's sentient too. And very, very bored."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Go ahead and look, I don't care," Katchoo answered with a wave of her hand as Clocky beeped in the affirmative. "I gotta say, if I was this island I'd get a kick out of throwing random crap at people and watching 'em freak out in a dozen different ways too."

[solo_sword]

Jaina picked Clocky up to get a better look at him. "Throw glitter at us one week, alligators the next. Keep us on our toes. Though I'm still finding glitter everywhere." Not that she knew what was up with it.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Clocky looked just like an ordinary alarm clock on wheels (http://www.buy.com/retail/product.asp?sku=206361056&listingid=12732618&dcaid=17902), if you could call that sort of thing ordinary, with no sign of being altered in any way. It beeped again, happily.

"Glitter is a horrible look on me," Katchoo grumbled as if that wasn't obvious to anyone who had dealt with her for more than, say, ten seconds. "Though I'd take that over being randomly turned into a guy again, for the love of . . ."

The next few words out of her mouth were, to understate horribly, not very polite.

[solo_sword]

Jaina smiled at the clock, not having seen anything like it before. She sort of wanted one. "I missed that one," she said. "I just turn into a kitten randomly. At least as a guy I'd have opposable thumbs."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Clocky couldn't exactly smile back, but it could beep (a lot) and did. "Oh geez, I haven't turned into an animal." Yet, but why tempt fate or Fandom by disclaiming that? If she had to, she'd want to be a shark or something, which would just mean that Fandom would decide she had to be something cute, fluffy, and harmless instead. Like a toothless guinea pig. "I did end up a painting for a week last summer though, and two-dimensional opposable thumbs are ^$&#-all good to anyone."

[solo_sword]

Giving the clock a little pat, Jaina set it back down on the carpet, figuring he could roam free. "I think that'd be my limit," she said. "If I turn into a painting, I just quit."

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Katchoo snorted mildly as Clocky made a wide circuit around the couch. "I gotta say that one wasn't exactly my best work. Least Francine was stuck in there with me, or I might've just said 'screw it' myself." She glanced at the TV. "Do they ever make a good movie or is that stupidly optimistic?"

Because she didn't do stupidly optimistic. Except maybe about Francine.

[solo_sword]

"I'm sure the law of averages would state that there had to be at least one good one, probably on accident, but I'm not so sure," Jaina frowned. "This is just where I stopped, you can change it if you want."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Eh. Nah." Katchoo rubbed at her shoulder, still a little sore from the recoil on the gun yesterday. "Not like I care about anything on TV except maybe Bitterwoman sometimes anyway. TV's mostly just good for background noise."

[solo_sword]

"Yeah. Actually watching it makes me wonder why anyone does," she said. "Something wrong?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Bunch of crap, the news especially." Katchoo shot her a mildly skeptical look and rolled her shoulder. "I'll live."

[solo_sword]

"Please do, dragging a dead person to the clinic was not what I had planned for tonight," Jaina requested.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo, half amused, snorted again. "What, less entertaining than this godawful movie?"

[solo_sword]

"It's all the way downstairs." Not that it was a big deal when she was good at levitation, but that wasn't the point.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You could throw me out the window. I bet I wouldn't mind." She'd remember saying this years later when she really did get thrown out a window, most likely.

[solo_sword]

Jaina considered this. "It's not really my style..."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'd be in no condition to tell anyone," Katchoo pointed out dryly. "Though you might have to threaten the squirrels."

[solo_sword]

"Like it would work with those little bastards." Someone was bitter.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

She wasn't the only one. "It'd just make the little kidnap-happy furballs take extra detailed notes, I bet."

[solo_sword]

"Or they'd start outright lying." She blinked. "Kidnap-happy?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Horde of the little --" Whatever Katchoo decided to call them right then got drowned out by Clocky's shrill, scolding alarm. "-- dragged me out of my room to the radio station last week," she bitched, like she hadn't done that of her own accord a bunch of times. It was the principle of the thing, dammit. The Arthur principle.

[solo_sword]

"Didn't you do radio like all last semester?" she wondered. She didn't think she'd ever talked to this girl before, but she didn't think there was anyone else here who talked like her.