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.]]

Comments

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Crap?" Effy suggested succinctly. "Some reality thing," she added a little more helpfully. "People to join a pop group."

"Might also be a leaping off point into the porn industry."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Valentine nodded. "I like that. Very efficient. The chance to start not only one career path, but two."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Gotta keep your options open, right?" Effy said, watching the gyrating people another moment. "Traditionally gained fame doesn't last forever."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Gained?" Valentine tilted her head at Effy a little. "As opposed to chance fame? That probably sticks around."

There was a pause as she glanced back at the TV. "Besides, you've got to imagine there's only a small window time you could pull something like this off to its best."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's not a high bar, I guess." Just a hunch. One of the judges was making a dirty motion with her tongue at one of the others. Such a classy bunch.

Not that Effy could talk, really. But at least she wasn't crude on national television.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Did that...nonverbal communication mean what I think it probably means?" Valentine asked, confident that she'd gotten it right but figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Probably," she said, not really feeling the need to clarify further on what exactly that signal was for. "Think we know what they're doing later."

Maybe the guy in the middle got to join in... She wasn't sure she wanted to know for certain.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Something very wholesome and family friendly, to be sure," Valentine said with a nod.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah," Effy said sarcastically. How this passed broadcasting standards, she wasn't quite sure. "Bet they'll be knitting woollies all night."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Baking cookies, collecting cans for food drives, scrapbooking..."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You do a lot of those?" she asked, smirking. Seemed to have a list prepared to reel off.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Oh, all the time," Valentine said with a nod. "I'm actually a little surprised that I could pull myself away from my macrame tonight."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you glad you did?" Because look what she'd have been missing out on! Oh, hey, there went someone's skirt.