Fourth floor common room, late Saturday night

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam as on the couch, remote in hand, staring unhappily at the television. Since leaving the picnic and moving her suitcase up to her room, she'd been getting twitchier and twitchier. Maybe it was Carly withdrawal. Maybe it was the shock of suddenly being in Iceland at a new school. Maybe it was leftover paranoia from getting convinced her "big sibling" was part of a conspiracy to turn her into a nub.

Possibly, it was because she hadn't had any meat in a few hours.

Either way, she was positively buzzing as she flipped through the channels fast enough to require a seizure warning. She couldn't find "Celebrities Underwater" anywhere. There wasn't even a Dingo Channel! Just some mouse thing which, well, was pretty much just as bad.

What was with this school?

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It wasn't so much a full on scream as a half-voiced growl of frustration. She didn't want any armored police troopers hunting her down for disturbing the peace.

[ooc: open for any other late night East Coasters or even *gasp* other time zones!]

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[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack was getting his bearings and looking for... well weird things that would make his life more complicated. And then hoping to avoid them.

"Problem?" he asked sticking his head into the CR. "Did the Dodgers lose again?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"You!" Sam pointed the remote at him, finger still twitching on the channel up button. She'd figured Jack to be more weirdly normal than nub, so she could be pretty sure he wasn't working for Spock. "This place is weird!"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah?" Jack said flopping into a chair. "Kind of figured that out when someone told me I was going to turn into a girl."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Do you want to be a girl?" Sam's big sib hadn't made it that far past "we're in Iceland". She hadn't even gotten to the whole "wake up as someone/thing else" bit. "My aunt June used to be a guy. You have to be real careful about it if you go to prison."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're still a little scary," Jack said with a snort of amusement. "And I'd like to keep my status as a guy think you very much. What weirded you out?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"The police here? Wear armor. They're in league with the squirrels. And the pirates. And maybe the vikings."

Sam wasn't actually too clear on how all those things fit together.

"And I've met all of one guy who thought I was awesome."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Was it the same one who told you the police were in league with pirates and squirrels?" Jack asked. "Because his opinion might be suspect.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Ew, no. That was the dude with the pointy ears. This guy was cool."

Pointy ears clearly disqualified coolness in Sam's world.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Pointy ears? What was he, some kind of elf?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully had bailed out of the picnic after helping Marshall acclimate a little.

Only afterward had she realized she'd forgotten to tell him about the Vikings. But she had told him where to find her if he had questions.

Finding food was more important, so she headed up and down the floors, and waved to the new girl in the 4th floor Common Room as she headed to the refrigerator. "Hello."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam watched her walk across to the refrigerator. Her brows shot up. It hadn't even occurred to her to check the fridge for food! If anything as a sign of how weirded out she was, it was that.

"Hi. Tell me there's meatballs in there." Or cold cuts. Or ribs. Or porkchops. Or fried chicken.

She wasn't particularly fussy.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm." Scully raised her eyebrows, and checked. "I'm not seeing meatballs, but I'm seeing a cold cut plate and a few cheese balls, a ton of apples and--" She opened the freezer section, curious now. "Coffee ice cream, frozen shrimp, and something in a tin labeled in Russian."

It's possible the coffee ice cream sent out a distress signal to Agent K at that moment. But we can't be sure.

"I'm Scully, by the way." She grabbed a Diet Coke and the cold cut plate. "Welcome to Fandom."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam was off the couch at the mention of cold cuts and at the refrigerator a moment later.

"Faaank 'oo," she said around a mouthful of cheese balls. "I gaaa oo ee 'ere."

Well, she was now that she had food in her mouth again. Her metabolism had to be stallar.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome, and you what?" Scully snickered, and took a slice of ham and then one of cheese, nibbling on them as she opened up the soda. "Didn't you hit the buffet at the picnic like everyone else?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Uh huh," said Sam. She managed to swallow before trying to speak this time. "Momma needs a lot of food."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Don't let me stand in your way." Scully moved to the side, because far be it from her to compromise someone else's coping mechanism on their first day, if that's what it was. At least, she ate like a starving wolverine, and that wouldn't be smart. "Where are you from?"

[hurtingzeebo]

Getting between Sam and food could be extremely dangerous, yes. It might as well be another X-game.

"Seattle." Sam grabbed a couple apples, a jug of iced tea (not blue, she noted, and she didn't see any Peppy Cola, either), and the coffee ice cream and set herself up back on the couch. "You? And please don't say from space."

Scully seemed a bit nerdly, but she didn't have that "I'm gonna go crazy and lock you in the basement" vibe, so Sam figured she could deal.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer was bored. He'd dropped off his bags in his room and then started looking around the dorms.

Okay, so he was aiming to find someone to terrorize bug. He needed new victims friends. And someone screaming was sure to be a vic... eer, friend.

"Do you always yell at the television? Or is this a special occasion?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Depends on what's on," Sam said. "But mostly I'm yelling at today."

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"And what did today do to you? Dump you in a school where you have to watch your hot ex-girlfriend make-out with your arch-rival? While finding out that your psuedo older sister enrolled you in a child-care class?"

Because that was what had happened to him!

[hurtingzeebo]

"Uh. No," said Sam. She didn't have an ex-girlfriend, hot or otherwise. "Well, the dumped in a school part. Full of nubs. And aliens. And vikings. Which could be cool except it's Iceland instead of Maryland. . . ." Still having a bit of trouble dealing with that bit.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer shrugged and sat on the couch. "Eh, beats having to carry weapons every time you leave the building because you might get attacks by T-Rexaurs or something else."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh great, now there's dinosaurs, too?"

Okay, that actually sounded kind of fun. Mostly because Sam had never had to fight for her life before, but still.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"Here? Not that I know of. Back home, yeah. It really isn't a good idea to go play in the woods without a weapon, like my gunblade." He smirked and held out his hand, a small ball of fire forming in his palm. "Or magic."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam blinked at that. That was a way cooler trick than any of Malika's. "Woah. You could roast your own weenies!"

Sam's thoughts went in odd directions sometimes.