Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy was was actually in a common room. Again. This time, at least she was feeling less like she'd be liable to jump people. Well, no more so than she might do on a regular day, anyway. She grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboards, and dropped down on the couch. Simultaneously, the television switched on, the theme music for Search for a Sexxbomb blasting from the speakers.

Oh. Hell no. It didn't take long for her to dig the remote out from under her leg, and she stabbed at at with her finger, trying to switch it back off, or change channel of something.

Nothing. Fucking lame. Had to get stuck on the worst possible thing. Effy tilted her head watching the 'performance', if it could be called that. Might as well be screwing on stage.

... and ew.

She was tempted to walk out and leave it, but if nothing else she could make bets over when the first piece of clothing would be ripped off and estimate how many people in the front row of the audience were sporting a hard on.


[[ooc: Open, and prompt themed! 'Search for a Sexxbomb' is a fictional talent show on Skins. Like a low budget and kinda dirrrty version of Pop Idol. Also ridiculously earwormy.]]

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[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

And in figuring out something to do tonight, Valentine figured hitting up the common room.

It was the first time early twenty-first century television seemed to catch her attention enough to tilt her head, consider it, and theorize on it with a very intelligent, "...Huh."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced over her shoulder at the noise, assessing Valentine a moment before slouching back in her seat.

"It's mesmerising once you've watched long enough," she said.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"I already am vaguely mesmerized," Valentine had to admit, shaking her head a little to pull herself effectively away long enough to drift over to the couch, curl up, and flip open her laptop. Her attention now seemed mostly on the computer, but it was fairly evenly dispersed. "What is it, anyway?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir came out of his hidey hole, mostly to use the kitchen. He didn't want to be a bother, though, so he paused before entering the kitchen.

"Mind if I do a bit of baking while you're in there?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, tearing her attention away from the guy on the television who was gesticulating wildly. Must've approved of that performance.

"What you going to make?" she asked him after a moment.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Probably brownies," he admitted, "though I might make some summer ice. I admit to feeling a bit nostalgic for something familiar."

He peered at the kitchen.

"Why? Hungry?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Baking definitely caught Valentine's attention.

"Will there be sharing involved with this baking?" she wondered.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He gave Valentine a nod and a smile.

"There's always sharing involved in baking. And if there's anything else you'd like to eat, just let me know."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda waved. "Hi boy I don't know."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looked up from his work.

"Hello... girl I don't know? I think I should be able to supply at least one name to this equation."

He nodded his head.

"Liir. A pleasure to meet you."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had a nice little buzz going, but her surprise on entering the room almost sobered her up.

"What the hell are you watching?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Shitty reality TV," Effy replied, glancing over at her.

"The guy in the middle just felt the tits of the one on his left," she said. "Thinking there'll be a threeway with the other judge later." Or a lawsuit. She was leaning towards the threeway. More fun.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

She'd heard of reality TV. "It's...what, a porn talent show?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Primitive acts of desperate sexualization," Valentine offered with a grin from her laptop.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like something our esteemed anthro prof would say."

[formerbrat.livejournal.com]

Elspeth came out of her room to get a snack and stared at the TV. "Bright Lady! What is he doing?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

His roommate got a quick wave.

"Makejoy wasn't making too much racket in the crate, was she?"

[formerbrat.livejournal.com]

Elspeth waved back. "No, she's fine. How's your day going?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy looked the girl over a moment, picking some cereal out of the box on her lap.

"You probably don't want to know," she decided, assuming a certain amount of innocence from that exclamation.

[formerbrat.livejournal.com]

"That bad?" Elspeth asked. "Tell me anyway?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I know a word for it, but it might have others."

[formerbrat.livejournal.com]

"What's the word?" Elspeth asked.

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

K-Mart was planning on indulging in the time-honored tradition of rading the common rooms of the floors you didn't live on.

This was derailed by the godawful music.

"... tell me this is porn. At least porn has an excuse to sound that bad."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I wish," Effy answered. Porn you could get off on. This was just weird.

"This is just gonna rot your brain good and proper." Not that she didn't do that on a daily basis with weed anyway. Whatever. Effy slouched back in the couch. "Want to join?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, why the hell not," K-Mart decided, raiding the freezer for some much-needed therapy ice cream before finding a seat to plop herself down on.