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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

Bobby was up and halfway dressed before he remembered that it was, oh yeah, break week.

Going back to sleep at this point would just be kinda silly, he felt, and so he wandered out to the common room and flopped down on the couch with a bowl of cereal as he flipped through the channels.

Man, weekday morning television sucked. It was mostly morning talk shows, and the only cartoons were for like, five year olds. Bobby required cartoons that were at least rated Y7.

[ooc: yeah, so it's a bit of method RP. I have no idea why I'm up this early.]

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Sookie hadn't forgotten that it was break week; she was just a naturally early riser.

So she came toddling out sleepily in her pajamas, already going through the motions of making coffee before she noticed Bobby. "Morning! Anything good on TV?"

"Not unless your definition of good includes Regis and Kelly or Dora the Explorer," Bobby informed her.

"I don't know what that second one is at all," she admitted, "but it sounds interesting, at least!"

Alex had risen early since she had work and decided to hit up the common room for a snack, before heading out.

"Morning," she added in a wave to the greeting. Alex was in need of some caffeine, oh yes.

"It's, um, a kid's show?" Bobby told her. "About a little girl, and every episode she has a different quest sorta thing she has to do. It involves audience participation."

"Morning," Bobby waved back. "Hope you're good with cartoons, because it's either that or morning talk," he informed her with far too much cheer for someone who hadn't had coffee.

"...isn't it a bit early for that?" Sookie asked, frowning as she got some coffee.

"It's never too early for quests!" Bobby insisted. The fact that he was this cheerful this early was exactly why there are limits on his coffee intake, yes.

Sookie eyed him. "No? It's not?"

It was way, way too early for quests.

"Of course not," Bobby told her. "Because if you wait too long to go on your quest then someone might beat you to it and then, bam. Nothing to quest for." Because that totally applied to a television show that probably showed repeats like a billionty times a week.

Gabrielle still looked groggy and cranky ~~and a lot more like Katchoo than either of them would admit to~~ when she shuffled up to the fourth floor in search of something to eat that didn't have a disturbing amount of brightly colored sprinkles on it. (She might have developed a junk food addiction, but there was no way Fruity Pebbles were going in her mouth. Nothing edible should be those colors.)

"Oh," she said, brightening just a fraction. "Hello, Bobby!"

She'd meant to wait until now to try and straighten her hair, honest.

Bobby had no such qualms about eating things in unnatural colours, which is why he had a bowl full of chocolate Lucky Charms. "Gabrielle, hey! We're watching cartoons. Despite being well outside the target audience."

"Isn't it like half an hour and meant for little kids?" Sookie ventured.

Gabrielle gave him an odd look and grabbed a cushion from the couch for defensive purposes, just in case. "Why is someone targeting the audience?"

"Well, sure, if you're being logical about it," Bobby admitted. "But if we were on a real quest, it wouldn't be too early!"

"Cartoons win over morning talk shows any day," Alex chuckled, helping herself to some coffee. She'd fill up her thermos, once she finished her first cup.

"Well, no," Sookie agreed, "but then a real quest would probably involve something that would get my adrenaline going, and I wouldn't feel like it was too early at all!"

"Uh, so they can sell the products advertised during the commercials?" Bobby tried to explain, completely missing Gabrielle's overly literal intepretation of the phrase. "Not that the kids buy stuff. But they look at it and want it and then ask their parents for it." When accounting was the family business, it was sort of hard not to pick up some basic knowledge of marketing and economics.

"And then the parents go to buy those things, and they're easy pickings for whoever came up with this diabolical plan," Gabrielle concluded. "That is . . . fiendishly clever. Which is not to say that I approve of these things, but it is ~~sheer elegance in its simplicity~~ impressive in its twisted way."

Gabrielle? Inhabit the same world as everyone else sometimes, please.

"You mean yelling 'run!' at the TV wouldn't do that?" Bobby said with a grin, since they'd already had the conversation about how people in the TV can't actually hear what you say to them.

Well, Bobby wouldn't go so far as to say it was 'fiendish', but it was definitely a proven business tactic. Then again, it wasn't like he had much experience with subtle fiendishness.

"Some people'll do anything to make a buck," he agreed.

"Thrillin' though it is," Sookie said, smiling around her coffee cup as she came over to sit on the couch. "I'm just not sure it'd do the trick. I still need coffee, after all."

Gabrielle had ample experience with fiendishness; subtlety, however, was not often applicable.

"It's sad, isn't it?" Yes, Salmoneus, she was thinking of you, more interested in cashing in on the Black Wolf's reputation than actually doing anything to help that village get rid of its oppressive occupiers. "And people know this is the strategy, and they let the people targeting the audience get away with it anyway? That just doesn't seem right."

"...There's coffee?" Bobby asked wide-eyed. What? It was a (semi) forbidden, uh, bean.

"I just made some," Sookie said, gesturing and eyeing him. "...why?"

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