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3rd Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

Bobby was in a much better mood than he had been in... a while, actually. Which is why he was actually out in the common room, randomly flipping through channels and munching on a bowl of popcorn.

There were a few strategically-placed blankets draped on the other couches to help combat the fact that the room was mysteriously cold, if anyone felt like stopping by.

[ooc: i'm bored. it's open!]

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Antsy puppy was antsy!

Which was why he was wandering the Dorms again, looking for someone to hang out with. When he noticed that there were channels being flipped through, he made his mostly merry way in, sauntered on over to Bobby, and then grinned and plopped himself down on the couch nearby.

"Hey, bro!"

... Was it chilly in here? Zack didn't really notice all that much.

Edited 2009-12-13 04:56 (UTC)

"Dude," Bobby's gaze was torn from the oh-so-riveting... infomercial about a blender? "Long time no see, man."

It was a really nifty blender! It blended... stuff!

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Zack shot Bobby a lopsided grin, and then gave him a thumbs-up before... Well, before reaching for the popcorn. Hey, it was there. He'd pop the next batch if they ran out. That worked nicely, didn't it? "How've you been, Bobby?"

"I've had, um... better months?" Bobby admitted with a shrug. "There was, you know, the funeral a few weeks ago. And just- stuff," he waved a hand. "Keeps happening." Way to be vague there.

"Stuff... kinda has a funny way of doing that." Hey, Zack was totally fine with vague. He was a pro at vague, himself. "Anything I can help with? Even if it's just someone to hang out with, sometime, you know I'm good for that kinda thing, right?"

So that they could be masters of denial together! It could be great!

The idea of hanging out with someone who didn't know about the whole Asgard mess was, well. Pretty appealing, actually. "You any good at video games?" he had to ask.

"I've never touched one in my life," Zack laughed, offering Bobby an apologetic sort of smile and a shrug of his shoulders. "I wouldn't be opposed to trying one sometime, though."

Because the idea of playing videogames with his little sibling seemed like a better way to pass the time than dwelling on that whole 'monster' deal.

Yes, not dwelling on monsters was... pretty much Bobby's plan (especially when he was technically the monster he wasn't keen on dwelling on).

"It's fun!" he said enthusiastically. "I mean, I think so. Some people would say it's a waste of time, but some people wouldn't know fun if it bit them."

"Well," mused Zack, who was now reaching for another handful of popcorn, "I'd like to think that I know fun without it having to bite me, first."

Typically, he managed to beat it up before it had the opportunity to take a chomp out of him. Fighting real monsters? So much more epic than a videogame. Probably. Zack wasn't entirely certain, yet.

Much more epic, yes. But the difference between them was that Bobby didn't really enjoy actually fighting; he did it because it was expected of him. Video games, though, were another matter entirely.

"If you know that, then you've got your priorities straight," Bobby said with a nod. Yes, fun was a priority with him. Shh.

"I like that sort of priority."

Zack laughed, gave his shoulders a little shrug, and then clasped his hands behind his head, still grinning. It was entirely possible that the grin was more a fixture than any actual sense of joy, lately, but that wasn't going to stop Zack from being hell-bent on wearing it.

"So, what are videogames... uh... like, then? I'm so not kidding when I say I've never played one, man. I kind of grew up finding other ways of keeping occupied, you know?"

Like battling killer frogs in the paths that cut through the rainforest around Gongaga. Never a dull moment.

Edited 2009-12-13 06:00 (UTC)

"Right," Bobby nodded. "Other world." He tilted his head, trying to figure out how to explain video games. "I guess um, sort of like a cartoon, on the TV? Only you're not just watching, you're making the little guy on the screen... do stuff. Like battle ninjas or monsters or whatever." Or shoving little blocks into lines, but Tetris was boring.

Zack had battled both ninjas and monsters, and monsters belonging to no ninjas, within the past two months. But he wasn't going to point that out, because that kind of defeated the whole purpose of playing the games with a little controller thing, instead.

"I know what they are, honest," he replied, and then popped a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth. "Actually, Gaia's got a lot of the same technology that we've got around here, you know? Games and TV and all. I'm just a small-town kid, though, and we didn't see much stuff like that in Gongaga. But I think you answered my question anyhow. Ninjas and monsters are kind of a selling point."

And monsters belonging to ninjas!

"Oh," Bobby said sheepishly. "I guess I sorta... overexplained that, huh? It's just- I like it 'cause it's sort of um, comfortable, I guess? I mean, it's not that there's no surprises in a game, 'cause there are, but it's just- you know what you can do, and what it'll do to the little game-guys, and-" another shrug.

"And it's the little game-guys, instead of you," Zack offered, smiling lopsidedly. "I'm going to have to try one out, I guess. So far, it sounds kind of like the Danger Shop, or the training room back on ShinRa's SOLDIER floor, but... loads smaller."

And far less likely to beat you up.

Far, far less likely.

...Unless you had a Wii and accidentally walloped yourself in the head with the Wiimote or something.

"That's-" Bobby couldn't help but laugh a little. "One way of putting it, I guess." Mostly he was picturing Professor Xavier's face if someone compared the Danger Room to a video game. It was the first time in a while that thinking about his mentor didn't leave him with that dull ache of oh god he's dead.

Zack would totally find a way to wallop himself in the head with the Wiimote. Honest.

"Well, it's good to know that I'm kinda on the right track, then," he chuckled, and then kind of squinted at the television. "... Are they blending glowsticks?"

Look, glowy things were distracting. Even if they were part of infomercials.

[My computer was all "I OVERHEAT NOW LOL," and then I restarted and realized that it was almost three in the morning and I ought to crash soon. SP is made of shinies?]

"Yo dude," Hurley said, wandering into the common room.

He frowned. "Dude, I hate winter here, seriously."

"Winter's not so bad," Bobby said with a shrug. Never mind that a week ago he'd been bitching endlessly about how cold he was. At least now, even though he couldn't keep his own temperature from dropping, it didn't bother him anymore. Just, you know. Everyone else.

"Yeah, I'm from California dude," Hurley said. "This weather is like... bad and stuff."

Hurley would never win a speech contest.

"This?" Bobby glanced over to the window, which had... what was that drawn in fake snow? Whoa, was that a picture of- was that even physically possible?. "This is nothing, dude," said the guy who was currently -40 on a good day. "It's only gonna get colder from here on out."

"I know," Hurley said, grabbing a blanket and sitting down. "That doesn't mean it doesn't suck now, though. Even though I went through this last year, it's just... yeah, not cool."

"Technically, it is cool," Bobby pointed out. "You know, winter and all."

Hurley winced. "Man, I didn't even think of that when I said it," he said. "So, uhhh, you do anything weird last weekend?"

"I thought I was in a cave dying of the flu," Bobby admitted with a shrug. He could mention that much without adding the part about how he'd locked himself up a few days prior. "You?"

"I tried to marry Penelope, but apparently Hoshi was having my baby even though I couldn't have babies or... it was weird," Hurley said. "Definitely the weirdest thing to happen to me. And that includes turning into the fake veterinarian last year."

"See, I would've gone with turning into a girl as the weirdest thing," Bobby said. Though he might not have been of that opinion had he been involved in any sort of tangled web of affairs like half the island had apparently.

Or kissed his many-times-great-grandmother, George.

"Yeah, that's happened to me twice now,' Hurley said.

"...okay, that fact I don't think it's too weird actually scares me."

Frankly, Spock found everywhere indoors uncomfortably cool at this point (and outdoors a frozen hellscape), so he didn't really notice a slight temperature change from one area to another. But moving around seemed to help, so he entered the common room and said, "Good evening."

"...Hey, dude!" Bobby gave his former cabinmate a cheerful grin. "How've you been?"

"I have been quite well," Spock said. "And yourself, Bobby?"

"Okay enough, I guess," he said with a shrug and the smile becoming a bit forced. He didn't know Spock well enough to give a more honest answer, because in his experience people were rarely interested in those. "I'm not failing any classes, so nobody back home'll yell at me. And the holidays are coming up!"

"Yes, circumstances seem intent on reminding us of that, do they not?" Spock said dryly.

There were dirty things being drawn on the windows with snow and for once he wasn't being blamed for it. It was kind of awesome. As were the cookies from the other day. "This place does seem very, um, enthusiastic?" the fact that he was ascribing emotions and personality to an island had stopped being weird... around the time he'd woken up with boobs one day.

"Yes, I suppose that would be an accurate assessment of the island's character," Spock agreed. "It is very...enthusiastic." He was still having trouble with the logic of assigning personality to an island, himself, but certain observable phenomena could not be denied.

Spock was trying not to look at the windows today, personally. It seemed disrespectful or something.

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