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findingelena.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-09-01 11:20 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Tuesday Night
Elena was bored. She was still plowing through paperwork -- Turks didn't back down from challenges, thanks -- but she was going to go crazy if she didn't get some air. So she was going to set up shop in the common room while she typed up reports on her laptop, and she'd find something insane to watch on TV.
... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.
(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)
... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.
(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)

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He wanted to believe it was fiction.
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He had fully intended to head up to the roof, to air out or something, but he found himself distracted by the sound of the television down the hall when he made it to the fifth floor.
It was television. Clearly, Jono had to investigate.
//Found something interesting on the telly, have yer?//
It was actually too late at night for him to care what people thought of his telepathy. Score one for fatigue.
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"I don't know about interesting," she said. "Except in the train-wreck sense of the word. This woman is apparently so thrilled with childbirth that, as soon as she hatches one, she has the burning need to spawn another."
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Probably for the best, that way.
//And that's the best yer can find at this time of night? There has to at least be a music channel or something if yer keep flippin' the stations.//
Honestly. The amazing baby-factory? No, thank you.
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Excuse Jonothon. He had to take a moment to turn a look of pure horror toward Elena, now.
//Yer pulling my leg. Please tell me yer are. I did not just find myself dragged fourteen years into the bleedin' future just to discover that they went and ruined the one thing on the telly that's actually worth watching.//
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"So ... these channels used to be about music?" Elena asked. "I mean, that would explain the names. It's not like the crappy reality shows are even about music. You'd think there'd be something about someone wanting to be a musician, if they're going to pretend these are music channels."
She tossed down the remote in disgust. "But I'd rather watch the crazy breeding lady than ... well, than this guy stapling his face to a tree. I mean, this is just dumb."
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