Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening [ 12/01 ].

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Ariel didn't know how it got started; Ariel didn't know where it came from.

But Ariel might have been a little bit in love.

She had been in the kitchenette, trying to decide what to put on a sandwich for lunch (so far, it was lettuce, ketchup, and bacon on wheat), when the television clicked itself on and the magic began.

It was...

INCREDIBLE. Even better, it didn't stop. It just kept playing, and playing, and Ariel knew, somehow, it wasn't right, but she just could not get enough of it. There may have been some bouncing on the couch and some dancing, and eventually singing along, and Ariel desperately wanted to go and see if they carried whatever Giga Puddi was at the general store, but she couldn't bear to leave it.

The sandwich was long forgotten. There was only Puddi.

PuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddi....


[[ I'd like to dedicate this oh-so-open and special post to 4chan. 11/30/10. NEVER FORGET. ]]

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"I wanted that one," Quinn said, a touch wistfully. "Got bounced from it. The teacher lives at the hotel, so I see him at work sometimes. He's interesting."

A jerk. But interesting.

"What else do you have?"

[OOC: Apparently LJ decided posting this last night was against its religion. Sigh.]