Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Blah blah a week after his last mission, twitchy, blah, but at least this time around Jak had something to keep him occupied while he waited.

Seriously. He should've figured out there was a sports channel a long time ago.

Since the dance meant he'd missed a chunk of the action yesterday, he was now watching reruns. You know. Appreciating all the winter sports. Say what you wanted about the silly outfits, but that Kramer kid could skate.

He leaned back on the common room couch and munched on some Doritos.

[[ open, although with the occasional blast of SP as Mass Effect 2 seems to be eating my brain. I have no excuse for my blatant nationalism beyond suck it, Hedrick ]]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"It's time for the Olympics already?" Hannibal asked, following with a long yawn and a stretch. Long dance, long night, long day today. Weird how he'd never been big into Valetine's Day before.

"Hey Jak," he added after he'd gotten the sleepiness out of his system. "You're up early."

[about to head into work (BLAH) but wanted to ping in so SP from me too!]

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"Yeah, it's been going on since Friday," Jak said. He guessed. In his perception of time, anyway. He kept a lot of nights, some days. "I figure I can always hit the sack later."

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"I always forget that they divide them up, summer and winter," Hannibal said, immediately going for something to wake him up. Chocolate or caffeine or something. "Any good events so far?"

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Skating's pretty cool. There isn't going to be any snowboarding for another couple of days, though." Trust Jak to focus on that.

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"Funny, I would have taken you for a figure skating guy," Hannibal joked, flopping down and stretching out. "All that grace and agility."

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Jak pulled a face. "That's not really my style," he said, "But you sound like the expert. What do I know."

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"Oh yeah, I'm totally a spandex guy," he said dryly, rolling his eyes. "I dig the speedskating though. Those guys fly around that track even if you can see their junk through those uniforms."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"You're not really convincing me you don't like figure skating," Jak said, lifting a lazy eyebrow.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm secure enough to admit that the figure skaters could probably kick my ass at that sport," he said, shrugging. "They just look like dopes doing it. Wearing feathers coming off my ass? No thank you."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"It sure doesn't make you any more a flut-flut," Jak said, finally, shrugging.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what that means but if you're flirting with me, I'm just gonna smile and nod," Hannibal joked. "But, alas, I'm taken. There can never be a you and me."

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"You're not really my style, either," Jak told him, leaning back into his seat. "A flut-flut is... a big bird, I guess."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had woken up to flowers and chocolates, so she was in a much better mood than early last night. Staying up being silly on the internet with Jen and Priestly had helped a lot with that. For the couple people she'd missed with flowers, she'd gone into town and gotten chocolates today, and was wandering around distributing them.

Ooo, Olympics. She glanced at Jak as she came in, and smiled, pitching a foil-wrapped chocolate toward him. "Head's up."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak blinked, as he was nearly brained by a chocolate. "Whoa," he said (it was a low-key whoa), fumbling to catch it.

Or at least peel it out of his hair.

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Dinah snickered, and went over to check the fridge for something to drink. "What's been on so far?" she asked, popping open a Diet Coke, and wandering over to watch from the back of the couch.

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"Reruns," Jak said, shrugging a little as he got to the task of wrestling the chocolate from the wrapping. "I caught last night's 5000 meter again."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"New records, yay! Did they show the crash on the 1500 again?" Dinah checked, taking a sip of her drink, waiting for the commercial to be over. "Because owwww."

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"Short track?" Jak asked, raising up a shoulder. "That just looks like a recipe for crashing in general."

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"It does! The track's small enough that if you go fast, there's the wall. Splshhhhh...!" Dinah said, making an explosion sound. She peeled the foil off one of the chocolates, shaking her head. "Karla got me out on the ice a month ago in town. Took forever just to learn balance on the skates, forget going fast."

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"Think I like the long-track better," Jak said, devouring his chocolate like the tiny thing it was. "It's more of a race."

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Dinah held up another chocolate inquiringly, and said, "They can get up more speed, yeah. Little less about control." She grinned. "Although I'm liking the ski jumpers too. Whoooooooosh into the air, and just hang there." They kind of reminded her of Ramone.

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"And then they hit the ground hard," Jak finished. Possibly not thinking about anyone's flying squirrels.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"And break something," Dinah admitted. "Or risk it. But still! When it works, it really works." It did kind of remind her of the pillar jumping too, yeah.

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OOOooooh, the Olympics! Kurt catapulted across the room and onto the couch.

"OOOooooh, the Olympics! How are the Germans doing?"

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Blink. "I don't know. Are they the guys in the blue outfits, or the red?"