http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-04-12 08:25 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

The end of the semester was starting to approach quickly. This week, prom. No date. That was fine, Bruce could go without one. Next week, finals. That was simple, of course. Graduation in a few weeks? Wasn't his, didn't matter.

But now he was trying to work out his training schedule for the summer and, of course, he had to pick a mystical hidden city that was spoken of only in rumors. You had to figure out where it might be, get clearance to land your plane someplace nearby, make sure you had the proper mountain climbing gear.... It was a much bigger ordeal than just scampering off to New York for some boxing training.

But even Bruce needed a break from that. And that meant challenging the television until for one of the final times before summer. Bruce was, of course, aiming for Mobsters on the Biography Channel. So the television gave him Dancing With the Stars.

Oh, TV. Bruce was glaring at you so hard. He was staring with the kind of intense hatred that would pop popcorn if it got in the way and... huh. There was a bowl of popcorn on the table. Bruce was positive it wasn't there before he started glaring.

In actuality, a gremlin dropped it off, but Bruce had been too busy glaring to notice that.

[OOC: My brain is apparently odd tonight. And always. OPEN CR.]

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure I ever pictured you as a big fan of the sequins and cha-cha combo," Ramona remarked dryly as she wandered in, staring at the television. "Will wonders never cease?"

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"If it's more than zero, you can count that as another surprise," Ramona admitted, taking a seat and reaching for the popcorn. "Your interests are bizarrely widespread and varied."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You better start cultivating interests in things like wearing tissue boxes on your feet and acute real or fake agoraphobia if you want to beat Howard Hughes for eccentricity," she advised.

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Imitation, though," she noted. "I heard something about it being the sincerest form of flattery and all."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm neither handsome nor broody enough," she assured him. "It wouldn't be a very good imitation."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Not as sincere as imitation," she replied, shaking her head. "I mean, I assume, since that's the sincerest."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Rarely," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't believe in inflating people's ego unduly."

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a difference between compliments and facts that happen to be flattering," she said, smiling at him.
Edited 2011-04-13 02:45 (UTC)

[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I have pretty good eyesight, so yeah," she said, grinning at him. "Duh. And also brooding. Don't forget that part. They go hand-in-hand, in this case."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh, dancing!" Rilla squealed with delight when she saw what was on television

You thought Rilla Blythe wouldn't love a show about dancing?

"Hello, Bruce," she added with a little blush.

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know why they're stars," she said, "but I can certainly tell when someone is terrible at a waltz."

She sat down after grabbing a handful of popcorn. "How have you been?"

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"How are you with gardening?" Rilla asked. "My mother goes absolutely mad this time of year."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Mother is the same way," Rilla laughed. "We can help, but only with weeding."

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Flower arranging?" Rilla suggested. "Learning to make jam? Haberdashery?"

Mostly she just liked the last word.

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rilla stared at him. "Truly?"

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
No, this wasn't her floor but that'd never stopped Alex from wandering before. Plus, there was popcorn. Bonus.

"So, who are you cheering for?" Her tone implied she was clearly teasing.

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I can see that," Alex nodded, her eyes on the television. "I don't even know who's on it this year. It's not one of my must-watch shows."

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Besides the occasional football or baseball game?" Hey, she was big sports fan. "I'll admit I watch celebrity gossip shows now and then. Mostly, Rumor Gal and repeats of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker. I guess I have a thing for the supernatural."

You could say that. "Don't hold any of those against me."

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2011-04-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It's an indulgence of mine," Alex admitted, sheepishly. "Okay, good. For a minute there I couldn't help worrying."