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*

[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*

[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.

[glacial_queen]

"Hey!" Karla protested as Warren dove behind her. "What makes you think I'm--" And then there was a pillow, sailing over her head. Karla reached up and caught it, hugging it to her chest. "Engaging civilians in combat? Bad form, both of you!"

They were so getting whapped with a pillow in a moment.

[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.

[furnaceface]

//She totally started it,// Jono protested, holding out his hand and hoping that if he made sad enough eyes, he'd get his pillow back. //It isn't my fault that she can't keep a guy for, like, more than three minutes!//

"You take that back!"

//No way!//

Really, the greatest mystery here was how in the world Jono managed to make his telepathic voice sound as though he was speaking around a wad of bubblegum.

[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.

[glacial_queen]

"I cannot wait to repeat this conversation to you later," Karla informed her boyfriend, still cowering behind her legs. "Several times."

"Tell me how you came to that conclusion," she added, glancing back to Jono, "and maybe I'll give you the pillow back."

What? Like Karla was going to bring an early end to this? Were you crazy?!

[furnaceface]

//Look, it's, like, totally all right here,// Jonothon insisted, pointing across the room at the girly magazine that he'd been reading through. //It's practically scientific fact, you know. YM Magazine has trained professionals to write their articles and everything!//

Sure, Jono. You keep telling yourself that.

//And anyhow, it's not like it's hard to get a better result. If she didn't want to be told the bad result, she shouldn't have answered honestly!//

"Why, you!!"

Really, it was amazing how far a gremlin-bitten winged temporary valley girl could leap when there was important throttling to be done with a pillow!

Fortunately for everyone nearby, Jonothon didn't actually shriek when the pillow sailed at his face again.

[trigons_child]

Raven scooped up Joni into her arms. "It will be all right," she murmured comfortingly. "I am certain there is a reason for this."

Right? Please?

[trigons_child]

Raven tilted her head in confusion, looking from Jono to Warren and back again. "I would suggest our boyfriends are making fun of us for our own pillow fight, but...." Yeah, neither of them would carry it to that extreme.

[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?"

[furnaceface]

Absolutely! Joni was totally aware of the reason for this! It was that the universe was mean, which meant that he had to hunker down in Raven's arms and peer in wide-eyed kitten terror at the boys as they continued to fling themselves around the room.

//And those PJs totally make your butt look big!//

"Wait 'till I get my hands on you!"

//EEK!//

And now there were two boys with pillows, running your way, Raven. Fear.

[wwiii]

"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]

"In a few hours, I think you and I are going to sit down and have a very long talk about just how much you like males," Karla told Warren, even as 'she' threw 'herself' at Jono.

Darkness forbid the humiliation cease just because the gremlin venom had.

"Personally," she added, slightly louder, "I don't think either of you has what it takes to keep a male." And with that, she tossed her pillow directly at the side of Jono's head. "Ladies."

[glacial_queen]

"Raven, there is sparkly nail polish on the floor. Sparkly. Nail. Polish." And a bunch over Warren's cuticles, too. Darkness, she'd have to teach him how to properly paint his nails after this. "And they're fighting over males or something. I think we can rest easy and assume this is not our fault."

[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.

[wwiii]

Warren let loose a squeal of girlish glee when Jonothon got pummelled by the pillow on both sides. And then turned to Karla, a look of scandalized woe on his face as her words sank in.

"I totally can," he protested. "That is, like, not even a little fair!"

And besides, the same quiz in the issue of Seventeen that he'd been flipping through had insisted that his crush was totally hot for him, and stuff!

[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.

[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]

... 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.

[trigons_child]

Raven quickly turned around, placing Joni back on the floor as gently as she could. "Go back to your room, Joni," she said. "I think you will be safer there."

In the meantime, she'd bravely buy time for Joni's escape by remaining where she was.

[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.

[trigons_child]

"Could it be gremlins?" Raven wondered. "I could try healing them...."

Except the last time she tried healing gremlin venom, she just got hit by its effects herself, and it only made the gremlins bite more.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Hi."

Nothing was weird about this. Sometimes people were just different, and that was fine. Dolf relaxed a little. See, he was just being dumb. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stop your party," he volunteered, "I was just looking for some food."

And ignoring any batted eyelashes, because he had a girlfriend, thanks.