Third Floor Common Room - Late Sunday Morning

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Popcorn...probably wasn't an acceptable breakfast food but it was the one thing Chuck could make without catching on fire (and even then he came close sometimes) and he was Chuck Bass, he could eat whatever the hell he wanted to in the mornings. And he could also drink scotch too. So there.

Breakfast sitting by him on the couch, the only thing Chuck had to worry about was finding something decent on TV. This was proving to be harder than he anticipated. Stupid lame ass Sunday TV lineups. The only thing that was on was Golden Girls. Which he totally didn't like. Really.

[Post is open, of course. Sweet Zefron, Golden Girls is on all day today on the Hallmark channel]

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She was awake, she needed something to do until Fight Club, and she couldn't quite find solace in a book.

Once again, the silver rose was sitting on her dresser. And she was wearing the egg-sized sapphire around her neck. It seemed appropriate for today.

As such, she padded out to the common room, pulled a pillow up to her chest, and curled up on the couch to let the television rot her brain. She did, however, give Chuck a little wave. Just because her life sucked didn't mean she couldn't be polite.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck certainly appreciated quiet when he was trying to get a Sunday morning buzz on but he was polite enough to wave back at Fiona. "Hey."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Chuck," she said back before considering and asking--

"Does anyone ever call you Charles?"

It just occurred to her.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Hannibal said. He was pretty sure he hadn't seen her since the cabins so he asked, "How's it going? Glad to be back in the dorms?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shrugged before giving him a faint smile.

"I'm all right, I guess. And the dorms are nice enough. I miss the campfires," she admitted.

"how are you?"

[bitten_notshy]

That sapphire was the size of a small child's fist; Jack gave it a distinctly curious glance before waving to Fiona. "Good morning. Are you having a good weekend so far?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

No, was the honest answer, but she could be polite and her pride wouldn't let her be quite that blunt.

"It's all right, I guess. What about you? Any plans?"

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me, but I have to ask... that's not a giant lightsaber crystal, is it?" Zayne asked.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She blinked at the question, first because she couldn't think of what he might be asking about and then a moment later because--

"No," she said, "it's a sapphire. Um. I got it from one of my father's cousins."

Very very true, of course, but it left out the fact that she'd gotten it from him by slicing his head off with the cord. That sort of thing just doesn't go well with polite conversation.

"Lightsaber?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Why, Chuck, I never knew the blue hairs did it for you," Hannibal said, wandering into the common room. Boredom meant searching other floors for something to do.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"If you think you can find anything better on then by all means take the remote," Chuck said as he grabbed another handful of popcorn. "And nothing sports."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hey, who says I don't like the blue hairs either?" Hannibal asked, taking a seat. "Blanche isn't that bad of a looking woman."

[bitten_notshy]

"Do you know what we're watching?" Jack asked Hannibal, both because being social passed the time while his tea brewed and because Hannibal was cute.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Awesome old women," Hannibal told him, glancing over. "The Golden Girls if you wanna be proper."

[bitten_notshy]

There was an intolerable lack of food in the second floor kitchen, so Jack climbed up to the third. "Has anyone seen any loose tea?" he asked no one in particular as he stole a muffin and started poking around in the cabinets.

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

"I haven't. But that may just be because I don't know how you would make a liquid loose," Zayne answered.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack chuckled. "The leaves," he explained. "Tea leaves instead of tea bags. I don't like the bags."

He glanced at Zayne more fully. "You're Tahiri's friend from Master Skywalker's class, aren't you?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Loose tea? No, 'fraid I haven't." Loose women, yeah. Men too.

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne headed out to the common room, seeking social interaction and maybe an apple from the fridge. "What is this?" Zayne asked, looking at what was on television after he got his food.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"...Golden Girls." It was a good show, dammit. Why did he feel so ashamed?

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine had her laptop tucked under her arm, hoping to get some work done in the common room that morning. She paused a moment at the door, looking at the TV screen with a tilted head, and then she glanced over to chuck, and simply lifted a questioning eyebrow.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck looked from Valentine to the TV and back again. "What? It's a good show!"

[bitten_notshy]

"It's about old ladies who are obsessed with sexual relations," Jack informed her. "Funny, though. Hi."

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Jon wandered down to the third floor, mostly in hopes that someone there had cooked and he wouldn't have too.

Sadly, it looked like a coffee and donuts sort of morning.

"They're still showing this on television?" Jon had weird ways of saying hello.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's a classic, why wouldn't they keep showing it?" Chuck asked.