Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

After spending part of yesterday giving his equipment a solid field test as he learned how to fight a giant robot, Bruce felt that today was a good day for quiet reflection, a short break from training, and watching a couple hours of shows about real life crimes on the Biography Channel. He wasn't sure why there was a two hour block of crime shows between Finding Hulk Hogan and I Survived... or if this was a regular thing, but it gave him something to focus on and take notes about discreetly in a small notebook.

Yes, this is how he liked to spend lazy Sundays.

[OOC: Open CR!]

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[exspeedydotcom]

Roy was in search of food.

This was pretty much standard. He was, after all, despite everything, still a teenage boy. "Hey, Bruce," he said, since calling Bruce 'dude' or 'bro' or any of those other normal things would have been extremely weird. "How's it hanging?" That even felt wrong.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Better than it had been recently," Bruce said after giving Roy a strange look. Yes, even he thought that question felt a little weird. "Just trying relax with some television after the excitement of the weekend. How are you doing?"

[exspeedydotcom]

Well, he was favoring one shoulder a little after a handwavey fall during 'the excitement,' but he didn't think Bruce would care about that. "Good, good," Roy said. "Got to shoot some...goblins."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Well, you've got to do something to keep in shape," Bruce deadpanned. "And what's the point just using the gym?"

[exspeedydotcom]

"Gyms are boring," Roy scoffed. Even if the one here was pretty good, as far as gyms not designed for the needs of a superhero went.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was bruised, but smiling when he showed up in the common room. He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and sat down on a couch.

"Huh. Big on true crime stuff?" he asked.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm a TA in the Science of Deduction class. I figure some outside study couldn't hurt," Bruce said.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"You know, I've heard that teacher is kind of a hardass," Peter said. "Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. How's the class, over all?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's a class about deduction taught by a man named Sherlock Holmes," Bruce said, figuring that really said it all. "He expects a lot, but it's very rewarding."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"...So he was that confident in his abilities he got his name changed?" Peter asked, thinking the guy was just a giant egotist.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, his abilities are that good and he is apparently a version of Sherlock Holmes," Bruce said.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"...ow," Peter said. "I just ran through a real-life Tunnels and Trolls adventure and that concept still hurts my brain."

He took a sip of his soda. "So... drug habit?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Bruce!" Rilla cried happily when she saw him. "Did you get the hat I left? I was in such a hurry that I was afraid I might have put it by the wrong door."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I did, Rilla," Bruce said. "It's very nice. Thank you for it."

Well, he did get it and it did require giving thanks. Meaning two thirds of that wasn't so bad, was it?

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You're very welcome," Rilla said, blushing slightly. "How have you been? I've been holed up inside for the last week."

Aside from gorging herself on peach cobbler, of course.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Mostly the same, up until the weekend. Then I got a little extra exercise in," Bruce said with a small smirk. "But I can't argue with the way you handled it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You went out in all of that?" Rilla looked very impressed. "You're like a storybook hero!"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Not really. I just followed a few other students and teachers into the maze," Bruce said.

Then helped destroy a giant robot. But he wasn't mentioning that in the name of false modesty.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"And made it out again," Rilla said. "I've read my Greek myths--that is no small feat."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Though Ariel had been missing the great new friends she had made exploring the labyrinth like she probably wasn't supposed to, she figured it was probably for the best how things turned out and then it was back to another week of school before she had to go home for a bit, so she'd have to make the most of it before she was stuck in a tail until the next semester.

Which meant bouncing into the common room and seeing what was going on.

And, of course, commenting on.

She let out a groan as she dropped down on the couch, after having grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer (it was this neat Japanese kind from Turtle & Canary that was flavored like seaweed!).

"Please tell me you're not actually watching something boring again, Bruce."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It's interesting to me," Bruce said, giving Ariel a smile. "But, no, you probably won't be thrilled by it."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"What is it?" Ariel asked, tilting her head and savoring a bite of ice cream a moment.

"Oh, want some ice cream? I will so end up going through this whole thing if I don't get someone else to eat it, too."

A pause, and then, "This reminds me of Mr. Holmes' class."

Another pause. "The show, not the ice cream."

"Hey, do you think there's some chocolate sauce in the freezer?"

Someone was feeling restless, yes.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It's a show that goes over some real crime cases, so that would explain the reminder of Holmes' class," Bruce said. He was pretty good at navigating Ariel's freewheeling sense of conversation. "I'm sure there is some chocolate sauce in there, but no thanks, I'll pass on having any. I tend to limit my intake of ice cream."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right," Ariel said with a nod. "You're not that into sweets. But this is a little different. It's seaweed ice cream, see? Not too sweet at all."

Pause.

"Thus the chocolate sauce."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"... Where would you even get seaweed ice cream?" Bruce asked. It couldn't be under the sea. Ice cream wouldn't work down there.