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?"

[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."

[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]

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

[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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Tastes like plastic," she said of the cereal she'd been nibbling on, looking at the box herself.

It probably tasted of E numbers and preservatives. Same difference.

Anyway, that was essentially a 'yes, hungry'.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Would you like me to fix something for you?" he asked with a faint smile. He really didn't seem to mind the idea of doing it.

"It wouldn't be any trouble. What's something you'd like?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You were making brownies," she said, quirking a bit of a smile herself. "So make brownies."

Personally, she'd be tempted to add a little something extra, but that was Effy for you. She doubted Liir was that sort of guy.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

That got a laugh out of him.

"Fair enough. First one's yours then."

At which point he started puttering around in the kitchen. For all that he'd been worried about it, he was very good at being quiet. It was, in fact, one of his better skills.

[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]

Yes, because Effy really needed quiet and peaceful surroundings to listen to Jordan yell about someone dancing like a gazelle on acid.

It was a complement.

"Very generous of you," she remarked after a moment.

[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.

[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?"

[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.

[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]

"I like to cook," he said as he looked up from mixing something into softened butter.

He turned on the burners and started with the summer ice then.

"And I'm not as enthusiastic about eating."

[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."

[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.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"I'm not picky," Valentine assured Liir. "You bake it, I'll most likely eat it and a balanced diet is overrated, best left for situations where more parents are involved."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"There's that, but sometimes we long for salty instead of sweet. Or crunchy instead of soft. All a matter of taste."

He started in on his work.

"My father was the one who liked desserts, though. Almost more than I do."

[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.