Fifth Floor Common Room - Tuesday Evening

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Lex Luthor still leads the presidential race. Early results from the West Coast favor Luthor's ticket as well, though it is highly likely this race will come down, once again, to Ohio and Florida."

Tim had pizza and soda but for once he wasn't eating. "Come on, Ohio and Florida. Please don't suck today."

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[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"What's going on?" Proto asked with a slight frown as he stole a slice of Tim's pizza. This didn't look like one of those action movies that were so interesting. This looked... kinda boring.

Someone didn't have any context.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Election Day," Tim said, keeping his eyes on the screen.

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"And that is...?" They didn't really do elections back in Nokgorka.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"The day when we vote for our leaders," Tim said, finally looking away from the TV. "The adults do, at least. I guess you're not from around here?"

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

Proto shook his head. "We don't really... do things that way back home."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully put a bowl of popcorn down near the boy she didn't know, and took a slice of pizza. "I have no idea. This shouldn't even be a presidential election year."

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"It's not?" There were special years for that?

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"It's supposed to be every four years, and in my time, this isn't going to be one of those points in time..." Scully nodded to him. "Scully. And you're not from around here, are you."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully wandered in, Rosalind circling suspiciously at her heels, and tilted her head as she saw what was on the television. "Who is Lex Luthor?" she asked, mildly non-plused.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"You know how people talk about voting for the lesser evil?" Tim asked. "They're not talking about Luthor."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully raised an eyebrow, then went to make popcorn to eat while watching the returns. "And he's running for President? In the wrong election year?" she frowned, retrieving a drink, then handing Rosalind some pepperoni to chew on. "It *is* still 2010, isn't it?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Yes?" Tim said. "Four years after 2006?"


[ooc: and because I pushed his canon up 10 years from 2000 it is now an election year, tada!]

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"...Presidential Race?" Peter said, staring from the doorway. He walked in, can of soda in one hand. "Isn't it the wrong year for that?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"In some places, apparently," Tim said. "How's it going?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good," Peter admitted, sitting down on one of the couches. "Who are we rooting for in this, any way?" He trusted Tim's opinion on the matter. "And should we be trying to sneak in beer?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Anybody but Luthor," Tim said. "What's the beer for?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Rosalind barked at him in interrogation.

"Yes," Scully agreed. "Feel free to share the cognitive dissonance. And popcorn."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I just hope the popcorn doesn't taste like cognitive dissonance," Peter said. "...when'd you get a dog?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel had an excellent day, so she was particularly bouncy and excited to see stuff going on in the common room, and popped her head in.

"Hi, everyone! What's going on?"

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

Tim waved. "Election watch," he said.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Election what now?" asked Ariel, undeterred by not knowing what Tim was talking about and coming in to bounce into a seat on the couch all the same.

[boywonder03.livejournal.com]

"Watching all the election results come in," Tim said, smiling at her.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Mass confusion," Scully said, smiling as Ariel looked in. Rosalind barked. "And pizza."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Now the pizza part I like," Ariel said with a chuckle. "And is that a new dog?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"No, it's Rosalind, and she's a vixen. Fox." Scully made an amused face. From someone else, there would be innuendo there, not just awareness of it. "Since Sunday night. I have no idea why. This island is so weird."

That peanut butter cup hadn't been eaten. But it had been rolled around the carpet in their room for several hours.