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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

As promised, on Tuesday evening Kate came to the common room, armed with a soda bottle, chocolate, some fruit that she still had from the luau, and a dvd copy of ~~meta for~~The Breakfast Club.

She had chosen the movie after careful consideration from a vast array of high school movies. It seemed to be the best one when it came to showcasing the stereotypes she had lived with at her old school. And it had a young Judd Nelson, which didn’t hurt, either.

Kate set up the dvd, grabbed the remote, and sat down on the sofa with the best view of the TV. Then she munched idly on pieces of exotic fruit while she waited for Leto.

[OOC: Kate is here to watch the movie with Leto, but she’s completely botherable, and the post is of course open for all your common room evening needs!]

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It was clear to Leto that Kate had noticed, but he wasn't sure if she would rather avoid the subject, so he said nothing about his own parents. His father within was close to his mind, and his grandfather; their voices mingled with ancestors from further back, all of them letting him know how they had felt for their parents. He drew a breath, struggling to stay himself, and turned to the TV for something to hold on to.

Kate marked this as a conversation they would probably have in the future. Right now, she didn't want to talk about her parents, and that was what asking about others' parents always lead to, because if they shared, she ended up sharing, and that was something she had regretted doing more than once.

So she watched the movie in silence, trying to ignore that she felt a little awkward now. In the movie, the kids - who were slowly starting to be friendly with each other - had snuck out of the library and were running around the school, trying not to get caught by the principal.

Yes, some other day. But talking about his parents might possibly lead to mentioning how the lived on in his memories. That could make people frightened, although the friends in Fandom that he had told had accepted it.

"Someone at the school should have thought of this method to overcome the enmity," Leto commented as he watched the movie. He reached for a glass and filled it from the soda bottle.

With Kate, the biggest risk Leto faced was having her initial reaction be that she thought he had some form of dissociative identity disorder too.

"Maybe some school somewhere has tried it," she mused. "The film's 25 years old, and pretty influential, so I wouldn't be surprised. Could you pour me some of that too?"

He poured her a glass, then held it out. "Perhaps we should make a social experiment and force a few people here who don't like each other together in a room." Oh, Leto looked far to amused at this thought.

Taking the glass, she smirked at him. "Like who, for example?" Really, it was an amusing thought, although maybe not as amusing as Leto seemed to think.

"Perhaps we can find people who are equivalent to the characters in this movie?"

A certain future emperor liked the idea of social experiments. He grinned at Kate. "Unfortuantely we don't have the power of a principal here."

"I think that's probably for the best. Because obviously we'd be using it in all the wrong ways," Kate chuckled.

"Do we even have people like these stereotypes at this school?"

"We would?" Leto laughed. "I hope you're not telling me I'd be bad at handling the responsibility of power. But you are right; we don't have quite as clear cut stereotypes." He turned his head to look at her. "Unless you insist on being the freak." He pushed her hair away from her face.

"Probably not in all situations, but judging from this? Giving you the power to put people who don't like each other in a room together could end in bad things. Mainly for you, but still." She grinned and blew a little air out of the corner of her mouth at the few strands of hair that insisted on falling back and over her eye.

"I could easily be the freak, I've done it before. But I'm sure we could find bigger freaks."

"I believe freaks come in different types too," Leto replied. "Which makes the whole categorising a little difficult."

He reached for some chocolate, making his body compensate for this enormous intake of sugar.

"Why would it end badly for me? I cold arrange it secretly."

"Oh, then it's another matter entirely. If no one knows it was you, they obviously can't come after you," Kate nodded. "My mind just instantly went to a more hands-on approach." Sometimes, even if it was a rare occasion, her mind was pretty straightforward.

She glanced at TV, while the criminal fell through the ceiling and back into the library where all the other kids were sitting. He remarked he'd forgotten his pencil.

"I don't think we really have any criminals," Leto observed, offering Kate some dried fruit.

"We could substitute it with someone who just has a really bad attitude towards everything," Kate said, taking the fruit. A welcome change from all the fresh fruit she had been eating.

"True. Triela? Although she would punch me if she heard me say that." He picked a dry fig for himself.

"Why Triela? She seemed nice enough when I talked to her at the party," Kate asked, raising an eyebrow. Of course, Kate actually considered a stream of back-and-forth snark a pleasant conversation.

"Nice? I do enjoy talking to her, and I consider her a friend of sorts, but that isn't the way I would describe her," Leto replied. "Ask about her attitudes and opinion about most things and they are rarely nice." He paused. "If usually reasonable from her point of view."

"Anyone else you would consider for this position?"

"Yeah, I guess I can see why nice is probably the wrong word," Kate said, reaching for another piece of dried fruit.

"I think I'd pick Tybalt. He has a serious attitude problem."

"I haven't met him," Leto replied. "Was he the one who turned into cat food?"

"And who was glitterified, yes, that one." That couldn't be not mentioned, because goodness, it still amused Kate.

"Ah, yes, I remember you told me." He grinned. "I trust your judgement here. He will be the criminal. What about the intelligent one? Ender?"

Because he would be good to have in any experiment like this.

"I have no idea who Ender is-" despite having met his sister "-but I don't have any reason to doubt that he's suitable if you think he is," Kate said.

"But then there's the popular people, the princess and the jock," she added, looking thoughtful. "Hannibal might make a good jock. Although he seems like he would get along with everyone, ever."

"Hannibal? Get along with everyone?" Leto frowned. "I agree that he fits the description, but when I spoke to him - which was some time ago - he seemed to do his best to try and provoke me."

"Huh. Well, then he's even better for being the jock than I thought," Kate said, grinning a little. "We're getting pretty different vibes from people. That probably shouldn't surprise me at this point."

"Friendly to women, aggressive towards men?" Leto smirked. "And what makes you say that?" There were many reasons; he was curious which one she would choose.

[Bedtime!]

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