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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Bruce was just planning on spending some time in the common room reading now that his books were back to normal. The second he stepped into the room, a tiny arrow hit the floor by his feet. Then another flew a good eight inches above his head.

Bruce noticed the arrows were coming from a small cherubic creature across the room. "Shoo," Bruce said, half expecting it to be a gremlin in a horrifyingly accurate costume. The mini-cupid shot another arrow that went nowhere near Bruce. So Bruce whipped his book just past the cupid's head to put the fear of himself into it. The cupid scurried off as Bruce retrieved his book.

He didn't give it much more thought as he settled in to read about the history of cricket. But it was still out there somewhere. Lurking. Waiting to shoot someone with an arrow, only it wasn't as deadly as that might sound. Dun dun duuuuuun.

[OOC: I'm taking a road trip to Wisconsin tomorrow to measure a restaurant and hopefully be back at a semi-reasonable time. I need entertainment now to make up for the upcoming boring drive up and back. Please help me.]

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Ariel poked her head into the common room, hoping she'd find Bruce in there, and, since she did, she could burst on in with bouncing excitement.

"Bruce! Bruce! Guess what, guess what!"

He could probably easily guess it had something to do with the box behind her back, which she tried to hide, but couldn't do a very good job of, what with the bouncing and the fact that the box was bigger than her ~~impossible~~ waist.

"I'm guessing you want to tell me about what you have in that box," Bruce said, putting his book down.

"Oooh, you're good," Ariel said with a smirk, moving the box from its hiding and holding it in front of her. "But can you guess what's in the box?"

"I'd have to assume it's something relating to Valentine's Day," Bruce mused.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Ariel scrunched her face a little thinking about that.

"Not really..." she concluded.

"Okay, I give up," Bruce said, although he wasn't really doing anything of the sort. He was trying to see if he could figure it out before Ariel said what it was. "What is it?" The clock was ticking.

"I made cookies yesterday!" Ariel announced with nearly bursting pride as she opened up the box, "and, look, they're actually edible! I mean, you can bite into them!"

Which meant they still didn't taste that great, but it was an improvement.

"Try one! Try one! I'm supposed to save them for the bake sale, but you get one free."

Bruce eyed them cautiously before taking one. "You realize I'm still going to pay for it at the bake sale. I support fundraiserz," Bruce said. And then he bit into the cookie. "Much better than last time."

It was relative.

And Ariel could not stop beaming to save her life. "I know!" she nearly started bouncing again, which would have upset the cookies, so it was a good thing she restrained herself. "If I keep this up, I might actually be good at this baking thing eventually!"

"Did you get any lessons, or is this just from a lot of practice?" Bruce asked.

"Practice," Ariel said with a nod. "But not even that much! I just made sure I tried really, really hard to improve on last time, and that's what you get for really setting your mind to something."

"That's the way I've always looked at it," Bruce said. "Congratulations. What kind of cookies are they, anyway?"

"Just chocolate chip," Ariel shrugged. "That's pretty traditional, right?"

More so than the seaweed and kelp she was tempted to try.

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willbethenight.livejournal.com - 2011-02-10 04:11 (UTC) - Expand

Cara was bored, and since a bored Mord'Sith was no one's friend made her way up to the common room in hopes of finding something to distract herself with.

"Bruce," she said with a nod, settling down on a couch.

"Cara," Bruce said. "Haven't talked to you in a while. How's everything?"

"Quiet, mostly." Which wasn't bad exactly, just added to Cara's general sense of boredom. "Did you do something yesterday to annoy all the televisions in this place instead of just the one in this room?"

It was a reasonable enough question, she felt.

"You can't blame that one on me," Bruce said. "And the third floor television is starting to act up on Wesley, so it's just becoming one of those Fandom things."

"That just happened to start with you?" Cara remarked dryly. She might have been teasing him, might.

"Waynes are trailblazers," Bruce said a little proudly.

"Just so long as you don't burn the entire forest down in the process."

"In this case, if it happened I think we'd just get new TVs in the dorms," Bruce said.

He would pay for them if he had to.

[OOC: Mind if Bruce gets hit with an arrow and falls in loooooooove?]

"Ones that don't show people looking at each other like their brains just dribbled out their ears?"

Someone was not a fan of romance movies.

[ooc: Go for it. :D]

"Here's hoping..." Bruce said. He didn't hear the small twang, but he did feel something strike him. And then, as he looked at Cara, he felt something else deep in his heart. "There's nothing as bad as a movie where someone's being all doe-eyed over somebody else. It's just not real enough."

His eyes were doing a decent impression of doe eyes.

Since Cara was unused to anyone making doe eyes at her (as opposed to bedroom eyes, or even earnest puppy eyes), she naturally assumed that Bruce was just making a point.

"Exactly," she said. "And they act like complete fools, even when they're supposed to be intelligent."

"You know, I've always admired you for your intelligence," Bruce said. "And I've never seen you act like a fool, Cara. It's impressive, considering all we've been through together."

Like issues with the TV. And that snowball fight!