2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[glacial_queen]

After a difficult morning and an afternoon of fruitless wandering, Karla was more than ready to come back to the dorm and do something silly and mindless. Teevee sounded like an excellent plan for that, assuming she could find something decent on. Half the time she was watching, she could only find those stupid shows where people on stage cried and argued with family members about sex all the time.

Clicking one of the buttons that made it change, Karla flipped channels until she found something she recognized: a baseball game. Since Darkest Night wasn't returning to the air, Karla'd run out of reasons to throw popcorn at the screen. This was perfect!

After making a few calls to potential interested parties, Karla settled back down to watch the game. And if anyone asked, she'd tell them she'd specifically burned the popcorn to make it better to throw, dammit.

[Open like a Common Room!]

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[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim grinned. "All Star Game!" He handed her a brown paper shopping bag. "It's the wrong game for this, but I thought you'd like it anyway. I brought it back from Gotham for you."

[glacial_queen]

"What's an All Star game?" Karla asked, sounding much like her ignorant mun in chat peering into the bag with delight. And trying not to squeal 'Yay! Present!' like the spoiled five year old she totally wasn't. By virtue of being sixteen now, anyway.

She reached inside and pulled out a long shirt in blue and gray. "Wha--?" she asked, before seeing the logo on the front. "A Knight's jersey!" she said, delighted. "Eee! Awesome!" She held it up, grinning, and then reached over to hug Tim. "This is wonderful, thank you!"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"The All Star game is where the best players in each league play each other." Tim hugged her back, still grinning. "You're welcome! Now people know who you're rooting for."

[glacial_queen]

"Are any of the Knight's players on one team?" Karla asked. "How do we know who goes on which team?" She was hugging the jersey to her, tightly. "You know what? Hold that thought. I'll be right back."

The best part about the second floor common room? It was just down the hall from her own room.

A few minutes later, Karla was back and wearing the jersey. Tim--wise male that he was--had gone with what was probably a super-extra-really large, and so the jersey hung down almost to Karla's knees. She beamed at him. "I could totally pass for a player, right?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"They'd let you out on the field without a question," Tim agreed. "It looks fantastic on you."

[glacial_queen]

Karla laughed and twirled around in it, feeling unexpectedly happy for the first time today. "I would lead them to victory you know," she said once she'd stopped spinning. She posed victoriously and puffed out her chest. "Because I would absolutely use Craft. But it's not cheating if you don't know the rules."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Technically, it's still cheating," Tim had to point out. "You'll just have to learn the rules so you can play fair."

[glacial_queen]

"The other team is clearly attempting to take advantage of my ignorance," Karla said, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. "I'm simply leveling the playing field."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"You're steamrolling it," Tim said. He flicked a piece of popcorn at her. "The other team wouldn't have a chance. You'd have to give them some magic, too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had gotten one of those phone calls, and headed downstairs immediately. "Go Knights!"

[glacial_queen]

"Dinah! Dinah! Look at me!"

Yep. Totally not five. Really.

Karla was wearing an over-sized Knight's jersey, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. "Look what Tim got me during his last visit to Gotham!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Did he now," Dinah said, shooting Tim a grin. "Awesome! He's got great taste, of course." She flopped down next to Karla, and sniffed. "Hmm. Experiment? Ammo...?"

[glacial_queen]

"He said he wanted to get me a Meteors jersey, but this was the only one he could find," Karla teased. "And neither. I burned it all on purpose! To throw at the screen!"

Look, it was a really plausible story, okay?! To prove it, she reached her hand into the bowl and tossed some. "Boo! Bad--" She peered at the screen. "--American League."

Apparently she was rooting for the National League. Good to know.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Boooooooooooooooooooo," Dinah said, almost making it a howl, if not a loud one. "You suuuuuuuuuuck." She grabbed a handful and threw it at the screen. "Man, I miss Tony... although he'd probably be American League. I can't remember which one the Leafs are." She grinned over at Karla. "And of course this burnt popcorn is enormously symbolic of incinerated dreams and hopes of the National League. Right?" Heh.

So he got her to wear a shirt he gave her, hmmm? HMMM.

[glacial_queen]

"No way!" Karla said, tossing a few kernels at Dinah. "Quite clearly, they're representative of the fire and drive that the National League has in overabundance. And they'll leave the bitter taste of ashes in the mouth of anyone who dares try gainsay them."

Funny how Karla could make up symbolism like that on the spot and still be SO OBLIVIOUS to everything else.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It was a non-returnable gift that the girl had.

"Point taken. Oooo, helloooo, second baseman," Dinah crooned at the screen. "Hit me a homer, honey. Pleeeease?" She almost ate some of the popcorn, then caught herself in time.

[glacial_queen]

And no one would take it as a regift, either!

"Wait, is the second baseman going to hit the homer?" Karla asked. She'd spent more time insulting the eight year old than learning the rules at the Gotham game. "Does he get a bat, too?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"He gets a turn to bat when he's not out in the field," Dinah explained, grinning at her. Awww. New fan! Like Raven was a new fan of fanfic! Soon, the American culture would be distributed galaxy-wide! It was enough to make Dinah give her a spontaneous mini-hug.

"Three outs, and they switch positions again... and the GK second baseman is a hottie. Hit it hit it hit it ohhh did you see that?! NO HITTING HIM WITH THE BALL, STUPID PITCHER!"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Tim smiled at Dinah. "How's it going?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good! Well. Aside from some small weirdnesses." She cocked her head at him. "Ever heard of a Dr. Horrible?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim shook his head. "Should I have?" he asked, making a mental note of the name.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"He's teaching Leadership class. Which... really, it's not a bad class. Well. Aside from the LexCorp product placement today," Dinah had to add.

EVIL.

"But yeah. I'm TA'ing for him. And he has Gotham Supervillain scrawled all over him in Magic Marker."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Lexcorp product placement?" Tim frowned. "Do you think he's affiliated with Lex Luthor?" That would not be good.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I didn't recognize half the other companies there, so I can't be sure. Darnit, I need to ask him more questions." Dinah shook her head. "He had a mock career fair for class today. With the students recruiting each other to their new world orders."

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Sounds pretty creepy," Tim said. "At least as the TA, you can keep an eye on things. If he's a danger, you can alert the people who know how to handle that kind of threat." You know. Someone experienced with Gotham supervillains. Someone, perhaps, with a close association to Batman.

Not that he knew anyone like that.