2nd Floor Common Room ; Thursday Evening

[necroslacker]

Exploring Iceland had been fun enough (though he was sure his skin was still red in places from that hot spring) but Sam was really feeling the whole slacker in the guise of a couch potato thing tonight. He'd done well enough with that gig in Seattle, he figured he could transfer it to this place. Yeah, he wasn't the same slacker he was but he still knew how to loaf with the best of them.

Really, all that was required was some food (easily solved by ordering Chinese takeout, thank you island food places) and something good on the television. That was a little harder since there was a lot of crap on these days but Sam eventually settled on some cooking show that made him miss Ramon's mom's cooking.

Maybe he'd call Ramon and Frank a little later on and try to grease the wheels to see if he could get a care package sent out here or something. For now, the Chinese food would do.

[Open common room, open post]

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[hurtingzeebo]

Sam was wandering around. She knew by now what food she might find in the fourth floor common room, and there were nice smells coming from the second floor, so she decided to hit up that one.

"'Sup?" she asked, already eying the Chinese takeout.

[necroslacker]

"Not a lot," Sam returned, giving her a wave with his fork. He hadn't noticed that she'd started making eyes at his Chinese takeout. "But, I think that's the point of my evening. Doing not a lot."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Sittin' and starin'." Sam approved. Try to steal some take out, or check the fridge? These were important questions. He might be the kind of guy to get all out of sorts when someone took his food. "That's cool."

[necroslacker]

Sam probably wouldn't get out of sorts but she'd definitely a few questions, at least. Or she'd get a taste of the smartass side of himself that he trotted out every so often.

"I thought so too," he replied, leaning back against the sofa and putting his feet up. "Being a slacker does have its advantages. I mean, I could be exercising. Where's the fun in that?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Ugh, doin' stuff." Sam decided to go for it. She reached out to grab -- well, whatever food was nearest, perhaps an unattended take out box or maybe an egg roll. This guy seemed cool enough, so far. "Way overrated."

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

Luke had been on his way back to his room after doing his assigned run for class when he heard the familiar tones of Alton Brown coming from the common room.

"Oh hey, I love this show," Luke said, coming in and sitting down. He made sure to take a seat in one of the arm chairs rather than near Sam since, hey, he was just coming back from a run. "What's the secret ingredient?"

[necroslacker]

"Bacon," Sam replied, looking over at Luke. "A true classic in the culinary world, right? You can't go wrong with bacon. Though, with some of these people..."

He shrugged and glanced back at the television screen. "Some of these people might be able to mess up bacon."

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Hey, there is no way to mess up bacon," Luke said. "Other foods around the bacon can get messed up, but the bacon remains perfect."

[necroslacker]

"I dunno, man," Sam said thoughtfully, cocking his head at the screen, "what if some poor sap burns the bacon so it's more like...crispy black pork product?"

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"I'd still eat it." Of course he would. "You're not likely to find that on this show though. These guys are serious business about cooking."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam nodded to the guy she didn't know -- which, well, covered most of the guys at the school so far, but whatever. "Of course you do. It's a food show." Food shows were always awesome, duh.

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"That's true. Haven't met one I didn't like yet," he said. "But this is one of the better quality food shows 'cause it involves fighting for glory."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Those can go horribly wrong, you know." Sam should know. "My friends and I totally beat Ricky Flame at spaghetti tacos on Food Fight, and he totally went crazy and joined a wrestling team for kids so he could always know he'd win. It wasn't even as funny as it sounds."

Then Sam had beat him at wrestling, too. That Loser.

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Spaghetti tacos sounds disgusting." Yeah, that's what he got out of that.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack gave the tv a wary look when he entered the room. "This is the show you want to watch, right?" he asked, "because I'm not going through the whole crazy kid show thing again."

[necroslacker]

"Yep, I chose this show all by myself," Sam said, nodding before he glanced up at Jack. "You not a fan or something? I thought food was something everyone could enjoy."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"I'm a fan of televisions showing me what we tell them to," Jack replied as he kept a close eye on the tv and carefully sat down on the couch. "Like dodger's games instead of kid's show with weird things like televisions where their bellies should be."

Clearly the tv on the second floor was more cooperative than the fifth floor. Good to know.

[necroslacker]

"You sound traumatized," Sam declared, turning his attention from the television show to Jack. "What kid's show did you see? The one with the big purple dinosaur because...yeah, I can see the trauma there. How he didn't eat those kids, I will never know."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Crazy kid show thing?" What? That sounded kind of interesting.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"fifth floor would only show teletubbies yesterday," Jack said with a nod. "Even after it was unplugged. To me? That's just plain weird."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Spooky," said Sam, who didn't know what a Teletubby was. "Maybe it's haunted."

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Cooking show?" Freddie said, peering inside the common room. "It's not Food Fight, is it? I mean, not that there's new episodes anymore, but I'm not exactly a fan."

Because Ricky Flame was a jerkface.

[necroslacker]

"I've never even heard of Food Fight," Sam told him, "so, nope, that's not what this is. This is Iron Chef, man. And no, the chefs aren't made of iron."

Sam was just gonna cut any literal jokes off at the pass.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Why would I think the chefs are made of iron?" Freddie asked, looking a little puzzled. "I mean, I didn't expect cat-people at the school, but chefs made of iron is a little out there, I think."

[necroslacker]

"Just covering my bases," Sam replied casually. Wait. "Cat people? There's a cat person here? Like...the Broadway play kind of cats?"