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]

One of the benefits of living in a matriarchy.

"I don't think anything with a message like this could ever be truly for entertainment," Karla said with all due gravity. "But I do think it's important enough to be shown to others who can possibly learn from this."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Like a social networking site?" he asked, almost grinning now. "I suppose there might be quite a few people on Facebook who could profit from this, er, highly important cinematic marvel."

Assuming that Karla used Facebook, which Wesley certainly did not. And he certainly didn't check it regularly. That would just be silly.

[glacial_queen]

"Is Facebook like Friendster?" Karla asked. "I just discovered that site the other day on the Google. It looked neat!"

At least if it were posted there, no one would ever actually see it?

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I imagine they're about the same?" Wesley guessed. Being from 1999 and all, he had no idea. Not that that could quite compare to Karla's timeline displacement.

"But I would venture that your, ah, documentary should stay off of either one," he added. "After all, this was really quite traumatizing for those unfortunate enough to see it live."

The horror, Karla. The horror.

[glacial_queen]

"I don't actually know how to put it up there, anyway," Karla assured him.

And she wasn't about to jeopardize her newly-acquired 'back in his good graces' status over it. Not that she was necessarily going to say that aloud.