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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

Bruce wandered into the common room with an EMF meter, a book, and some Chinese food (enough to share). Yes, he was testing the hell out of the TV for potential ghost strangeness before he did anything else. After investigating for a couple minutes, he made his way over to the couch, confident that if his reading and dinner were interrupted by the television, it probably wasn't because of a ghost with a crush on him.

...Look, he didn't come up with that suggestion, but Rinoa had made it sound more plausible than Bruce would have expected. Okay? The thing to actually focus on was no ghost and free food.

[OOC: It's been a weird day. I don't know. Open, of course!]

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Elphaba followed her nose into the common room, even if she was pretty sure the food wouldn't be anything she'd eat. That didn't change the smell from being pleasant, though.

She noted that Bruce appeared to be in the common room and the TV wasn't on some horrible show. That got a little smile out of her.

"Are you finally over your problems with the TV?" she asked.

"For the moment, at least," Bruce said. "But I've had lulls between incidents before, so I wouldn't give too much weight to this."

"I won't say another word, then," Elphaba said. "For fear of jinxing it. Whatever spirits or fairies that control the TV must be quite... given to whims, then."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Bruce said. "History shows that by the time other people come into the room, it's settled into whatever it's going to do."

"Well, then I'm glad to prevent it from... oh, I suppose I might be distracting you now. Did you wish to be alone with your food and book?"

It was an honest question.

"If I minded people interrupting right now, I wouldn't be in a common room," Bruce said. "There's plenty of food if you want any."

"Anything vegan?" Elphaba asked, looking over at the Chinese food. "It smells wonderful, but I don't wish to falter in my diet. Otherwise, there's always apples."

She ate a lot of apples, really.

"There's steamed rice and vegetables in this box," Bruce said, tapping one with his chopsticks. "If you want a change of pace from the apples."

"Thank you," Elphaba said, serving herself up a modest portion of rice and vegetables. "And since we've no bizarre occurrences to speak of, I suppose I should inquire how you are enjoying your classes."

"They've been an experience," Bruce said. "I have one on fighting and one on pacifism to get both sides of the story. They're equally insane, of course. Otherwise, everything has been interesting at the very least. How about you?"

"I'm learning quite a lot, actually," Elphaba said. "Miss Porter's class on primates is particularly fascinating, as is Mr. Chrichton's class on popular culture. And Professor Perrault's class is of particular practical use for me. She finally introduced me to e-mail the other week."

"I didn't realize you weren't caught up on that yet," Bruce said. "I hope that helps show that there are valuable uses to some of the technology around here."

After a confusing meeting at the music store, Ariel could definitely use something to distract her, and would be more than happy to delay having to go back to her room right now. So she was pleased when she poked her head through the door of the common room and saw someone, particularly a Bruce-shaped someone, sitting there. She bounced on in and had a seat.

"Hi, Bruce! Anything to yell at the television about tonight?"

"Not at the moment, Ariel," Bruce said. "It's actually staying quiet right now, and I haven't felt like pushing my luck yet."

"Probably a good idea," Ariel agreed with a sage nod of her head and a glance toward the TV. "We should probably talk about something else before it gets any bright ideas. So....how are your classes going?"

"Well, Science of Sexuality today was a mild trainwreck, but you were there for that," Bruce said. "I never thought I'd see those two giggle like that."

It was almost like seeing BRUCE giggle like that.

Oh, sure, and now Ariel's case of the giggles was quickly returning. She snorted in her attempt to hold them back, but it was like a floodgate that couldn't hold.

"Inter femoral!" she had to repeat it with a laugh.

"Just curious, is it the thought of it that's so amusing, or was it Holmes and Watson talking about it?" Bruce asked. He was smirking a little. What? Ariel had an infectious laugh, while Bruce didn't laugh much. But he could smirk.

"A combination of both, actually," Ariel admitted with another laugh, shaking her head. "And the conversation I had with Rinoa about it. She doesn't think...inter femormal..." Heeeeeee. "Would be any fun; I wasn't so sure, so I said I'd have to get back with her on the details."

Which, actually...now that she'd said it, Ariel quirked an eyebrow slightly. That would solve the problem of not wanting to go back to her room tonight....but no. Bad Ariel. BAD.

Bruce noticed the quirk of the eyebrow. "Anything can be fun if you really go for it. It's not something I've tried personally."

He was just going to let it hang in the air for the moment. Maybe Ariel would go farther with it. Maybe she wouldn't. He was curious.

Well, now it was there, just hanging there, and a thought like that didn't go away after it had been hanging out for a while. She did tell Rinoa she'd report back to her, and while Bruce was not at all who she had in mind when she'd made that suggestion.

It was for science.

And it was for fun, which she had vowed to make sure Bruce had as much of that as possible.

And maybe she could even get extra credit out of this somehow.

Okay, that last one was probably wishful thinking, but there really wasn't any downfalls. And so she smirked, looking Bruce over to see if he'd really go along with this. "We...could," she said. "I mean, unless you'd rather sit around and wait for the television to start giving you trouble."

"When you put it like that, there's not much of a choice, is there?" Bruce said. "I suppose there's no harm in something like this once, just for knowledge."

Was that a little bit of a guideline there to make sure Ariel didn't read too much into this? Perhaps. Perhaps.

To that, Ariel could only snort. "Oh, sure, take all the fun out of it, too, while you're at it," she teased, "putting it like that."

She, however, did not sound too dissuaded.

"Trust me, I can make up for any fun I just spoiled," Bruce said, giving a sly smile.

"I'll hold you to that, you know," Ariel warned him. "You know I take my fun very seriously, Bruce."

"I wouldn't have said it if I weren't serious," Bruce pointed out. "Want to go test this out now?"

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