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]

Elphaba, Melena the droid baby in tow, arrived in the common room just in time to catch that last bit that Bruce had said.

"Arrangement with what?" she asked.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Were you talking to an empty room just now?" Katniss wondered curiously, peeking around the corner. She'd ventured out of her room, actually seeking company other than Firekeeper or whatever she found in the woods -- the rain had driven her back inside after awhile, anyway. "Or is there someone else here?"

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

"Dude, go easy on the poor guy. He's a hardworking piece of technology and he deserves our respect."

Also hi Bruce!

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"That seemed a little dramatic for a television set," said the girl who collected forks and almost wished Bruce did throw it out the window so she could go collect the parts, from the doorway which she leaned on with her arms crossed in front of her and a smirk on her face.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Because, clearly, there wasn't enough estrogen in the room...

"Were you lecturing the television?"