Third floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[notmyownage]

No classes or work -- and not quite having the energy to go out and attempt to rebuild the trebuchet -- made for a nice lazy afternoon. Claudia was curled up on one side of the common room couch for a little light reading.

Look, when you spent more than half your time studying theoretical physics, Gravity's Rainbow WAS light reading. Maybe not as light as, say, Vonnegut, maybe. And, okay, she'd only made it 20 pages in, so far. She kept getting distracted by the whole thing with the giant blobby slime monster eating London.

Literature was totally screwed up, yo. English teachers never told you that.

[ooc: Do I have to meta Pynchon? Open!]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal wandered one floor down and finally found someone who wasn't in class. Not having anything to do most days sometimes made him bored.

"You should save the reading for class," said the slacker as he wandered into the common room.

[notmyownage]

"My classes don't have any reading." Claudia marked her page with her finger and looked up. "For some of them I'd be a little worried if we did."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"So, you're reading for fun?" Hannibal asked, making a face. "Sounds a little geeky."

[notmyownage]

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"That what you're aiming for?" he guessed.

[notmyownage]

"Nope. Just what I am. Totally geek chic."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Loud and proud," he said, flopping down. "Works for me. Reading anything good, Geek Chic?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter cast a glance at Claudia's reading before he went for the remote.

"Am I going to be interrupting if I turn something on?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Not a fan of the destruction of London?" Hannibal asked from where he'd taken a seat.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Typically I'm not a fan of the destruction of any city," Peter said, a little confused. He didn't actually know the plot of Claudia's book.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Not even in movies?" Hannibal asked, raising an eyebrow.

[...let's just pretend I didn't read the post wrong there and think narrative was spoken. Wtf me wtf wtf.]

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's something to be said for the ridiculous," Peter said. "Those big rubber monster movies can be amusing enough, if you're watching with the right crowd. "

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"What's the right crowd?" Hannibal wondered. "Drunkards?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Or people who can crack good jokes," Peter said. "Drunkards might work, though. I've not exactly had the chance to experience that, myself."

He was only 17. He could probably easily get a fake ID, but it didn't appeal to him that much.

[notmyownage]

"Nah. I can read with distractions." She flipped the book cover closed on her finger. "Besides, as weird and entertaining as this is, I'm mostly just kinda bored."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Weird, entertaining, and boring," Peter said. "You sure know how to pick your books."

He clicked on the TV and found a re-run of The Alan Brady Show. He thought for a moment, then left it on, since he wasn't really looking to watch anything, really. "So, you normally come to the public room to try and read?"

[notmyownage]

"No, that'd be the bored part. If no one wandered by, I'd have something weird and entertaining to occupy myself. And if people do, then I don't necessarily need the book."

She had a system, she did.

"Alan Brady? Really?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Hey, it beats that show about scary people from New Jersey," Peter said, half-heartedly. "If you want to channel surf, be my guest. I actually wasn't planning on paying too much attention to the TV."

[notmyownage]

Claudia tilted her head. "You turn the TV on when you're not actually going to watch it." It wasn't a question, so much as an observation. "Why not put on music or something for background noise?"

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James was wandering around the dorm, relieved to have a modicum of privacy, despite his roommate.

"I believe something terrible has happened to your project," he said, spying his engineer friend.

[notmyownage]

Claudia grimaced. "Yeeeeeeah. Friday was a weird day."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"So I heard," he said.

Not admitting anything.

[notmyownage]

"I'll probably have to fix it up at some point."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "It's rather hard to fling anything when it is all but pieces."

He plopped into a nearby chair. "I trust your weekend got better after...that day."

[notmyownage]

"It'd be a challenge for it to get worse. Everything go okay on your end?"