3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[wwiii]

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame glacial_witch and trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

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[glacial_queen]

What?

No, seriously, what?

Karla stood in the doorway trying to figure out exactly what her eyes were telling her brain they were seeing. Nail polish? Underwear? Magazines?! And were they--?

Yes. Yes they were. Jono and Warren were indeed engaging in an epic pillow fight, and Karla could only pray assume that there were gremlins responsible for this somehow.

So she did the only thing a responsible friend would do. As soon as she finished laughing, she began calling for other people to come and see this hilarity.

While filming it. Karla was considerate that way.


BLAME ACCEPTED AND SNUGGLED! *High-fives trigons_child*

[wwiii]

Oh, Karla. You might want to seek refuge behind a couch of some other safe place, soon. Because Warren, who was now losing the epic pillowfight to a British beanpole with boring underpants, was making a run in your direction, laughing and squealing, before diving behind you for refuge.

"Time out," he singsonged, peering over Karla's shoulder at the advancing Jono, "this is, like, totally time-out time!"

He was rewarded for this strategy by a pillow flying... more or less toward Karla, but the sad truth was, under the influence of a gremlin bite, Jono totally threw like a girl.

[trigons_child]

Raven had the strangest feeling that she had to get down to the third floor common room even before she got Karla's call. She had a feeling something was terribly terribly wrong. Could it involve her father? Something awful in Karla's home world? Vampire issues for Sookie? More trouble for Rinoa?

No, it was...she really wasn't sure what it was.

And she was just going to stare now as her brain stopped working.



*High-fives glacial_witch*

[furnaceface]

Oh, Raven. Joni could totally relate. Look at her, decked out in a giant pink bow! She barely had the ability to scamper out of the way before her daddy, all weird and giggly and stuff, had jumped to his feet and leaped, gazelle-like, over her in order to get to Warren.

But Raven was a safe place, right? Being all sane and stuff? Still? Maybe? Please? Mew?

While the kitten wound herself between Raven's ankles, Jonothon was taunting Warren with cries of 'Shame, shame, double-shame,' before flinging a pillow at him with... nothing even resembling actual accuracy.

[glacial_queen]

"Hello, Raven," Karla said blandly, as if everything were Very Normal. It was taking a lot of effort not to crack up hysterically, but she was persevering. For now. "Hungry? I think there's food in the fridge."

Not to mention their boyfriends ineffectually flailing about in their underwear with pillows.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander was just hoping to find himself some dinner. It wasn't rare for this to happen and then he'd find himself at a bit of a loss when he stepped into the common room, but this was particularly stop worthy.

"Slumber party?"

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"Like, totally!"

... And then, it was like all madness ground to a temporary halt.

Jonothon stared at Alexander. Warren stared at Alexander.

And then they both wailed and flung their pillows at him in unison.

"Like, no boys allowed!"

//Ohmigod, gross!//

"Pervert!"

... Sorry, Alex.

[glacial_queen]

"Honestly, Alexander," Karla called from the side of the room, laughing. "Can't you see this is a females-only event?"

Unlike Warren or Jono, however, Karla didn't sound like she meant it all that much.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Look, all Dolf had been doing was trying to find something to eat. He was a growing boy. He was entitled!

"...Um, hi."

... and trying very hard to be politically correct about what was going on here.

[wwiii]

... Oh, he was cute.

And, like, totally a boy. Which meant that Warren was going to suffer seriously conflicted emotions, here. Seriously. Conflicted. Emotions.

".... Hiiii."

Or else Warren was going to just scuff a toe on the floor, his head ducking down a little bit while he batted his eyelashes at Dolf shyly. One of those.

Really, he should have seen Jonothon's pillow coming for the back of his head, right?

//Traitor!//

Just because they giggled over boys did not mean that these slumber parties were an excuse to make cozy with the boooooooys. And besides, Jono already had dibs.

[glacial_queen]

"Mother Night, Dolf, if you flirt with my boyfriend, we are totally going to fight," Karla threatened from her vantage point behind one of the sofas. Well, 'threatened.' It would probably be hard for Dolf to take her seriously when she was grinning at him like that.

[vanillajello]

... Riiight. Kate, coming in to fetch herself some pudding cups, stood at the door for a while, hedad quizzically tilted to the side.

Then she shook her head and started moving again. She'd come to raid the fridge, she was going to raid the fridge. "Well, I guess it has been pretty sane around here for a while..."

[wwiii]

"Eeeeeeeee!"

Warren was so wonderfully eloquent when he was zigzagging all over the room, ducking and dodging and trying not to end up with a face-filled with pillow.

And totally manly, too. You could tell, with the nail polish and the girly shrieking and so on.

"Save me, save me!"

Sanity was for other people, Kate. Especially where Warren was involved, right? And double-especially when he was making a beeline in your direction, totally intent on ducking behind you like a brave, brave soul. Totally.

[glacial_queen]

Karla waved at Kate from her vantage point of about halfway up the wall. She'd retreated to sitting on the air after her sofa-fort had been overrun earlier. "Care to join me?" she asked. "You can help me sympathize with their plight."

Sympathizing seemed to involve a bowl of popcorn and some cookies.

[dontvotemeout]

The third floor wasn't Jason's floor, but he still glanced into the common room when he heard people in there. When he saw what was happening, he took a few moments to stare, and then pulled out his cell phone. He had nothing against Warren and Jono, really, but wasn't this what cameras on phones were for? Maybe things would make more sense once he'd taken some pictures.

[glacial_queen]

"Jason!" Karla said, sounding scandalized. "I can't believe you're taking pictures of this!"

She looked really, truly offended!

...So long as everyone ignored the camera in her hand which was apparently recording the whole thing. And the bowl of popcorn at her side.

[furnaceface]

//Ohmigod!!!//

Hey, there was a pillow, and it was totally airborne and headed in Jason's direction!

//Peeping Tom!//

It was crazy, how when Jono was gremlin-bitten, he was way, way more valley girl than he was British goth.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered into the common room, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"...I have nothing sarcastic to say," he said, completely dumbstruck by the scene in front of him.

[glacial_queen]

Immediately, Karla swung her camera over towards Peter. "Could you say that again?" she asked. "I have a feeling that might even be more camera-worthy than the show."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"It's even better than I expected," Sookie murmured as she hurried into the third floor common room after Karla's call. "I just...wow. This is beautiful."

[glacial_queen]

"It's like art," Karla said, for once not talking about all the bare chest Warren was displaying. "I'm looking forward to asking Warren how long he's liked males for, just as soon as he's back to himself."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley was just stepping in to make some tea, but this was... thoroughly unexpected. And mildly horrifying. He'd never actually seen any gremlin victims around Fandom, so he had no idea that that was what this was. But he was the supernatural expert, after all, and this seemed... abnormal.

"Er -- Warren?" he asked, gingerly taking a few steps in the direction of the madness. "Are you feeling quite all right?"

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"Who? What?" Oh, Warren looked so confused. And maybe a little scandalized.

Yep. Just give him a moment. And there was a shriek that made him fortunate to have that healing factor, because that had to be rough on the vocal cords.

"Eeeee, it's a boy! Ohgodohgod don't look at me, I'm in my PJs!"

//See,// Jono intoned helpfully, //this is why boys don't like you.//

"Shut up!"

[momslilassassin]

For some reason (NOT BEN) they were out of ice cream on the second floor, so Ben was exploring other common rooms to steal theirs see if it was a school wide problem.

...so he ran into a different kind of problem when he walked into the third floor common room.

"Wow," he finally stammered. "Aren't you guys cold?"

[furnaceface]

//Like, no way!// Of course Jono wasn't cold. Between the fact that he was on fire in there somewhere, and the way he was running about and working up a sweat? There was no time to get cold, was there? //Why, are you? I could totally warm you up!//

"Oh, wow, you are, like, totally awful," Warren protested, smacking Jono across the back of the head with what survived of the poor, abused pillow.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

See George.

See George stare.

Stare, George, stare!

"..... what the fuck?!?"

[furnaceface]

//Sleepover party,// Jono replied, bouncing up onto the couch and just hopping up and down a few times.

At least he was ludicrously thin, and so he wasn't about to fall through?

//We brought nail polish! And I was totally going to do my toes but then somebody decided to hit me with a pillow!//

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

This ... made no sense. None at all.

Which didn't stop Quinn from staring. The boys had nice bodies -- at least, the one not all bandaged up did.

"Everyone is on drugs this week."

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"Oh, not even!"

Sound a little more gay, Warren. Please.

"Drugs are gross. Unless you count caffeine. There was a lot of soda pop tonight!"

Yes. He totally just said 'soda pop.'

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex had intentions of grabbing a snack from the common room. The snack was forgotten as she stopped dead in her tracks in the doorway and just stared. Because, that was an unexpected sight.

"Um..."

How eloquent, Alex.

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Oh, hey! Another girl in the doorway! Clearly, she was here for the totally awesome sleepover party, right?

"Hiiiii!" Warren dropped his pillow and waved a merry hello!

Which freed him up for a solid whomp to the back of the head with another pillow, courtesy of Jonothon.

"Hey! I was just saying hi!"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had no reason to suspect anything was out of the ordinary, really. And no, he had not been bitten by a gremlin either (much to the disappointment of certain other parties in the room, surely). He was just really in need of some Oreos.

"..." He had words to express how he felt about this. Really. He just... was having a bit of trouble finding them at the moment.

[wwiii]

"BOY!"

Oh, Jono and Warren were both on high alert, now. High alert, with high-velocity pillows, headed Bobby's way.

Look, if you have testosterone and you peek in on a pillowfight like this, you have to be prepared to face the consequences, Bobby.