Fourth floor common room, Monday evening

[hurtingzeebo]

After having spent much of her day repeatedly checking her reflection to make sure she didn't have any fur (seriously, what the hell was up with this weekend? She was half convinced she'd dreamed it, but then Monday things kept happening, and she was pretty sure she hadn't slept through the whole weekend), Sam made her way out to the common room.

When her search of the fridge hadn't turned up any steaks or ham or even leftover ribs, she'd settled down on the couch with a big bowl of chowder instead, channel surfing until she found an animal channel doing a special on bears.

Real ones. The ones that might eat you if you messed with them.

"Dammit, why couldn't I have been one of those bears over the weekend?"

[ooc: Open common room is terribly, terribly open!]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla had woken up in her room with some lovely parting gifts (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/5889060.html#comments), and wandered into the common room with a Lite Brite and a befuddled look on her face. "You wouldn't happen to know how to make this work, would you?" she asked. "Or what it is?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"I dunno," said Sam, who'd never had a Lite Brite growing up. "Try plugging it in?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla found an open outlet and plugged the Lite Brite (and its three inch cord) into the wall. "It's a light. A really strange light with holes in it. Why on earth would someone need this?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"I've seen weirder," Sam said. "Did it come with anything else?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"A bunch of black construction paper with patterns on it and several hundred pellets that are very uncomfortable to step on," Rilla replied.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam sighed, looked down at her bowl of chowder, then set it aside and stood up. "Alright, let's see 'em. Maybe we can crack this sucker."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Rilla said, looking relieved. "I'm Rilla Blythe, by the way. Are you one of the new students?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Been here a couple weeks, yeah. I'm Sam."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"It's lovely to meet you, Sam," Rilla said, spilling some of the tiny little light pegs out on the counter beside the Lite Brite. "Now what do you suppose these are for?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Uh, yeah, you too." She said "lovely". People here were so weird.

Sam picked up one of the pegs and held it up between two fingers. It had a round end and a narrower pointy end. She could think of several uses for them -- mostly as projectiles -- but had a feeling that that probably wasn't what they were meant for.

She looked from the peg to the lamp thing and back to the peg, then stuck the pointy end through one of the holes. "Is it just me or is that vaguely suggestive?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla stared at her blankly. "Um?"

Poor little Edwardian sensibilities.

[hurtingzeebo]

Lucky for Rilla, Sam wasn't the sort to elaborate (they could only ever get vague suggestion past the censors). "Where'd you get this thing, anyway?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I won it yesterday," Rilla said. "Or...someone did."

[hurtingzeebo]

"You or someone? Which was it?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe I was entirely myself this weekend," Rilla admitted.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack was passing by the room when he did a double take.

"Wait. Did you just say bear?" he asked. "As it giant mammal? Fur? Big freakin' teeth?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Yep," said Sam. "Only in my case, about two feet tall, fur, no teeth, and a big heart on my tummy."

Seriously, it had to be a dream. Right?

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"That's not a bear," Jack said scrunching up his face. "I don't know what it is but it wasn't a bear."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Apparently," said Sam, "it's a 'Care Bear'."

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's really weird," Jack said in an agreeable tone as he took a seat on the couch. "You didn't hug anyone did you? That would be just scary."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam grimaced. "A hot dude in a weird bandana. 'Cause another dude told me to."

Seriously, that was a way weirder dream than a monster stealing her soup. And it had to have been a dream, right?

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Totally a dream. Unless radio reported it as true. Then it had to be the gremlins.

"Seriously," Jack said with a mock serious tone. "That's a serious amount of dudes. And hugging."

Said the guy who had a mullet all weekend and spent the morning trying to pick a lock with a Swiss Army knife.

[hurtingzeebo]

"And caring," Sam said, looking pretty grumpy at the idea.