3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[longislandiceme]

Okay, so Bobby had spent most of the day after class hiding out in his room and generally sulking (and partaking of the candy his roommate had mentioned, thank you Kate) and by evening was actually feeling something resembling sociable.

Which is why he dragged his still kinda achey self out to the common room with a pint of double-chocolate-fudge ripple ice cream. Bruised ribs meant there was less flopping on the couch and more sitting down carefully as he grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until settling on To Kill a Murderer.

Garrison Steele might be a hack writer, but the movies made from his books were the gear sauce at least kind of entertaining.

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula entered the common room and took out a cup and poured water on it, intending to make tea.

She glanced at Bobby and acknowledged him with a nod.

[longislandiceme]

"Azula, hey!" if she thought she was going to get just a nod of acknowledgement in return from Bobby she was sadly wrong. Because even slightly mopey Bobby was still kind of cheerful by most people's standards.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Which was something Azula should have known, resigning herself for some unnecessary social interaction she said, "Hello, Bobby, what have you been busying yourself with now?"

[longislandiceme]

"Cheesy spy movies!" Bobby gestured at the screen. "The plot's... not great but the special effects are pretty cool."

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Cheesy spy movie?" Azula asked, "What makes it... cheesy?"

She was getting the hang of the slang in this world. A little.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, the dialogue is one thing. Nobody really talks like that. And they're usually, like- the plots revolve around things that are just totally improbable in real life." There was probably some irony in saying that while living in a place like Fandom. "And see, see that!" he pointed. "Nobody could make that jump in real life." Unless they had superpowers or something.

[heromaniac]

Momoko poked her head into common room, looking for a certain fire-bender. So this is where she'd been?

"Ah! Azula!" She walked over, eagerly. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" Meaning she'd knocked on her room door and then walked down the hallway. "I totally need your help! Come on!"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Help?" She asked with a raised brow, "For what?"

[heromaniac]

"Come on! You said you would! It's all set up and if we don't hurry, Moshi's gonna wake up and maybe do something totally evil. You can make little fires, too, right? Not just big fireballs and stuff?"

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"I can create any sort of fire," she said. "And where am I hurrying to that needs my assistance?"

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer wandered into the common room, not seeking any sort of food or anything. Mainly just seeking company.

"Did your boyfriend break up with you?" she joked at Bobby, smile on her face.

[longislandiceme]

No, but the super-hero team he'd been a part of had broken up and most of its members had taken off without so much as a by-your-leave.

Also Spider-Man had thrown him out a 30-story window. And dragged him through a carwash.

"...No?" he gave her a confused look.

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Just wondering what drives a boy to eat ice cream from the carton," Jennifer said, her expression going to sympathetic. "You okay?"

[longislandiceme]

He shrugged. "Just... coming down from the whole crazy-invaded-by-creepy-things week, I guess," he offered.

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Jennifer said, parking down on a couch. "You didn't wander out into the fog too much, did you?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Bobby." Jean was wearing more layers than necessary, but... it was for the best after Monday.

[longislandiceme]

"Jean!" Bobby chirped. "You're all... Jean-shaped, again!"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I am, thank goodness," Jean replied with a shudder. "I hate when that happens."

[longislandiceme]

"I can think of worse things," Bobby supplied, making a bit of a face.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I was naked when I turned back."

[brat_inslayage]

She was still feeling pretty mellow after hanging out at Magic Reserves, so you, Bobby, had that to thank for the fact that Kennedy walked into the common room, plunked down on the couch, and only asked mildly, "You look like shit, Boy Scout. What the hell happened?"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby's eyes widened in panic for just a second before he remembered, oh yeah, Fandom conveniently provided a cover story.

"Oh, you know, pissed off a lizard-thing the other day," he said with a shrug. Followed by what was so totally not a wince.

[brat_inslayage]

Yeah, it wasn't like Kennedy had been ever so slightly limping when she came in, either. Shut up. Maybe her full run this morning had been stupid.

"You and half the school," she replied, one eyebrow arching pointedly at him as if to say she didn't quite buy it. "What, did it stomp on you extra because you gave it attitude?" Which was not to say that she disapproved of mouthing off at things you were fighting. At all.

[longislandiceme]

"I... may have called its parentage in to question."

[brat_inslayage]

"Classic," Kennedy told him, sounding like she approved. The grin might have backed that up. even if she still wasn't completely buying it. "You got it, though, right?"