Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

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[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to think of the least likely thing for him to do," Elphaba said. "Not that I know him at all. Was he a good partner?"

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

Zatanna put a hand on her chin, considering what she knew of Squall. "He...seems to sulk a lot, but also looks rather responsible. I don't think he destroyed the droids...but he surely had a rough time?"

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

"Then perhaps an apology is in order," Elphaba said. "A small token gift, as well."

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

"You are right. What could I get for him?" Something small, yet meaningful. "Hm, I'll need to think this over."