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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[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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Under the guise of searching for a pop star," Effy added to that descriptor. "Way they sing, might as well not bother with that."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda shook her head despairingly. "Does talent count for nothing anymore? I mean, not that kind of talent."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Effy answered, picking at a handful of cereal. "All about the money."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Well sex does sell." Leda said philosophically. "What're they gonna do once none of this is taboo though? It won't make near as much money."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "Not my problem," she said. "They'll just have to go without their artfully designed costumes". The ones' on stage at the moment seemed to have 'lick' and 'my' written on their shirts.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda took a bottle from the inside pocket of her jacket and took a swig. "Where's their third?"