http://findingelena.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-10-05 09:36 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, a rich kid like Tybalt just needed socialization. Really.

... Or, maybe, he'd just happened to hear talk of sex from all the way down the hall on his way up to the roof to have himself a cigar, and he had to swing by to investigate. Take your pick.

"Catty," he mused as he leaned over the back of the couch to get a better look at the television. "I think I might approve."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"...dude, this show?" Hurley said, popping into the common room.

"...now I want cheesecake.

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"They've years of experience on the rest of us," Tybalt noted, "I daresay I find it a shock that more people fail to suspect them at all."

And, hey, the older they got, the more desperate they probably were for it, right?

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
She'd already visited Caritas tonight and Rose probably should have just gone to bed, but of all the things that happened this weekend, she so needed to talk to Elena.

The tv distracted her though as she made her way into the Common Room. "Oh man, I want cheesecake."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Lemme check," Hurley said. "We're usually pretty well stocked. There must be, like... fridge fairies or something. Like those elves that make cookies in trees."

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"One might suspect quite the opposite to be true," Tybalt agreed, smirking faintly. As usual. "Should I be cursed with such maladies typical of old age, I pray that I gain enough personality to find myself able to split the difference."

So that he could be a completely insufferable, cocky old pervert. Canes were invented so that old Tybalts could more easily lift the skirts of unsuspecting ladies.

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh, yeah. Me too," Hurley said. "...a lot."

He peeked in the fridge. "No cheesecake." He moved on to the freezer. "We have... half gallon of cookies and cream and a quart of bubblegum."

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, a scheme is of little use if it is anything shy of elaborate," Tybalt chuckled. "There's little charm in the simple ones. Particularly not of thou art possessive of such vast amounts of free time as the elderly often find themselves blessed with."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"We have ice cream, but no cheesecake," Hurley said. "You want some? We got cookies and cream or bubblegum."

[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm on it," Hurley said, taking the ice cream from the fridge and looking for bowls.

"It'd seem the right thing to do. Stocking it, I mean."

[identity profile] feline-royalty.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"None at all?" Tybalt's hand moved to his chest, where it rested over his heart while he shook his head. Slowly. Sadly. Mourning for the... schemelessness, apparently. "If thou has none, good lady, perhaps thou might stand to benefit from persons of like interest assisting thee in the formation of such things."

He was incorrigible.

She was hot.

It evened out.

[identity profile] cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Zayne was in a pretty good mood after a visit from his father and a good training session in Fencing club. After all of that, what he needed was a trip to a common room.

"I've seen this show before," Zayne said when he caught what was on. "Is it weird if I find it kind of funny?"

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Rose snickered. "Lissa and I used to argue over who'd be which New York chick. I always made her be Carrie." She flopped down onto a couch. "Definitely the cheesecake. And the scary pastels."

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-10-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Is the bubblegum an unnatural shade of pink?" Rose checked.

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