Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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Eeeeverything was awesome. Everything. Okay, some left over weird from last week with all the marriage and stuff, but Jak was happy (and eager) to leave that part in the past. Especially when he had an enormous bowl full of nachos, some dip, and the television.

People were going to rue the day they introduced Jak to television. Seriously.

He perched his feet on the table, snagged a nacho, and turned the channel to professional motorcycling. Oh yeah.

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[life_inshadow]

"They're racing motorcycles," Tara observed on a pass through the room to check the cabinets for lunch supplies. "That's a TV thing now?"

it wasn't exactly something she paid vast amounts of attention to.

"Oh! And hi."

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Jak waved a lazy hand in her direction. What? His feet were preoccupied with the being all on the table and everything. He flashed her a grin to kind of make up for that, and tilted his head curiously.

[life_inshadow]

"Looking for soup," Tara explained, smiling back. Possibly she wasn't answering the question being asked, but so it went. "I think, anyhow. There's like no food on the second floor."

Or, rather, there was tons of food, but nothing Tara felt like eating.

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That... was pretty much the answer Jak had been looking for, so he nodded, a little mollified. Uh. Soup...

He assumed a thoughtful expression, scanning the cupboards with his eyes before settling-- ah, there. He nodded in the cupboard's direction. That was where he was pretty sure he'd last seen soup. Unless it had run away or something.

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Tara grinned her thanks, and made her way to that cabinet where she found a treasure trove of soup. "Black bean, vegetable, chicken noodle..."

She squinted at Jak. "Do you want anything? Or are you good with the nachos?"

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... That was actually a good question.

Uh. That last one? Chicken noodle? Jak still was a little fuzzy on what exactly the local chickens were like, but the meat tasted okay, so that would probably be awesome. He affected a dubious look, but gave a nod that hopefully indicated chicken in a roundabout way.

... or anything else she might be making. He was easy.

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Hannibal didn't have a class till Friday so seeing his common room active was a blessing. It gave him something to do and the guy in there was even watching something he was interested in.

"Hell yes, I wondered if this stuff got televised," he said excitedly, taking a seat and keeping his eyes on the screen.

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Hey, cool. A fellow appreciator or whatever the word was of things that went really fast across really large distances with other things that went really fast! ...What, it wasn't like Jak could call it zoomer-racing.

Jak promptly forwent waving in favour of giving Hannibal both thumbs up. And shoving the nachos his way.

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"I always seem to come in here on chick flicks or something suitably drippy that makes me want to give up television forever," he said, shooting Jak a grin and reaching for some food. He would never turn down food, no. "Any good spills yet?"

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Jak shrugged his shoulders once, glancing back at the television. Well, he mimed, there had been this one guy who made a total flip over that bump-- juuuust there which they were hitting right now. Yep.

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"Sometimes the wipeouts are my favorite part," Hannibal said, not bothered by the not talking. He'd gotten a little used to it with Jono even if Jono could do that freaky head voice thing.

And Hannibal could talk enough for everyone, really.

"You ever do anything like this?" he asked, looking over at Jak as he got more comfortable.

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He nodded back. Slow and cool. Slow and cool, man. Jak was the best zoomer racer back home in Sandover and... the entire continent, really. He was also pretty damn good on flut-fluts, but that might be a little harder to explain. You know. Big blue running bird and all that. But yeah. Racing.

He rocked.

[longislandiceme]

That was either a sudden indoor cold snap or... no, it was just Bobby making his way into the common room.

"Oh, deuce!" he said approvingly, seeing what was on television and flopping down to watch. "And, um. Hey, and all that."

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Deuce...?

Jak blinked up at that exclamation. A little confused, but, eh. Who cared. He held up a hand to wave at Bobby - a hand that quickly turned into a thumbs up and a shove at the nachos again. Being friendly.

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Oh, he was used to looks of confusion at that exclamation. "Deuce," he repeated. "It's, you know, cool, awesome, sweet..." he shrugged and grabbed a handful of nachos. "Thanks, man."

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Jak shrugged both of his shoulders. Hey, welcome, man.

Then he frowned, dug around in his pocket with one hand, and offered Bobby the other.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby hesitated briefly before going for the handshake. Jak probably didn't want frostbite or anything, after all. "I'm Bobby, by the way," he said, once he'd managed to bring his temp up to something approximating normal.

[life_inshadow]

Tara rubbed her arms at the sudden draft. "Hey, Bobby. Want to sample my amazing soup-heating-up skills?"

[longislandiceme]

"I'd love to," he grinned at her. "Since my own soup-heating-up skills are more... soup-burning skills." Or freezing, but that usually happened after the burning.

[life_inshadow]

"I didn't even know soup burnt," Tara frowned, and went to dump another can into the pot. "... I did burn macaroni & cheese once."

[longislandiceme]

"It does if you leave it in the pot long enough that all the liquid boils away and you're just left with, you know, noodles and vegetables and stuff," Bobby said, the voice of experience.

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"Hey, another enthusiast!" The common room was hopping with those people today. "I didn't know there were so many of us all in one dorm."

[longislandiceme]

"Dude, it's things with engines going fast," Bobby said, as if that explained everything. "What's not to love?"

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"My thoughts exactly," Hannibal said, nodding. "Some people prefer slower things. Or, you know, golf."

Ew, golf.

[longislandiceme]

"Golf," Bobby said derisively, "is for old people."

Warren had tried taking him to a country club once. It hadn't ended well.