2nd floor common room ; monday afternoon

[necroslacker]

It was still raining. Sam had planned to go out and get himself a new skateboard to replace the one that was spray painted and covered in stickers but the driving rain had changed his mind. The last time he'd gone out there, he'd come back with a ruined board and a sparkling eyepatch. He didn't want that to happen again.

After spending some time in his room, he'd wandered down the hall and taken a seat on one of the couches. The Council meeting was next week and Sam didn't want to go. He'd just learned he was a necromancer not a half a year ago and now he was having to take over Douglas Montgomery's seat alongside werehounds (Brannoc was super intimidating), vampires, and other supernatural creatures. If he didn't go, Ashley would never let him hear the end of it. And if he did go, he'd be able to see Frank and Ramon, if anything.

Idly, Sam pulled the protective pouch from so long ago out of his pocket. He didn't know why he was carrying it because he hadn't had any bad nightmares lately but he found himself fingering the leather pouch quietly. Sam sighed and pocketed the pouch again. Later, he'd put it back in his drawer and let the spirits come to him.

For now, he flipped the TV on and started channel surfing. Daytime television was pretty awful.

[It's an open common room.]

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[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Today was Annie's one day without classes, and the rain had meant that going outside wasn't big on her priority list, and gave her plenty of opportunity to finish all the homework that had been at the top of said priority list. That meant today was going to be spent wandering and looking for something to do.

"Anything good on?" she wondered.

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"If there is, I haven't found it," Sam said, making a face at the TV before glancing over at Annie. "Well, unless you like talk shows or courtroom shows or cooking shows. Or soap operas."

None of those were really up Sam's alley.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Courtroom shows are only interesting when someone starts yelling," Annie decided, finding a seat. "You'd think they could at least put a good marathon on or something."

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"You wanna give it a go?" Sam offered, holding up the remote. "Maybe it's just my bad luck. It tends to follow me around like a bad stink."

Well, he did smell like death and blood. He was just lucky that not everyone could smell it on him. It made his life a little easier.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I will do my best," said Annie, taking the remote. "But if this doesn't work, I'm still blaming your luck. Hope you don't mind."

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"Yeah, I don't mind," Sam laughed, sitting back and tucking an arm behind his head. "Does that mean I get praised if you do find something? Maybe it's my very small streak of good luck?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

She pretended to consider this. "I guess I can give you credit for that much. Even if I am the one doing all the hard work here," she said, engaging in the arduous task of flipping channels.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Toby gave a little grin and a wave for the girl he recognized from Try Not To Die. "It's Monday afternoon. I think the offerings only qualify as good if you're under six or over eighty."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"That's not even a little fair," she frowned. "True, I'm only saying this because I used to go to school five days a week and this wasn't an issue, but now that I have today off... it's not fair."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Isn't that what videos are for, I guess?" Toby wondered, having not yet clued in to the fact that VHS tapes had been replaced.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie stared at him. "Videos? You mean like YouTube?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"...No?" he gave her a confused look. "Video tapes? Movies? You know?" Pause. "What's a YouTube?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"You mean DVD's and/or Blue Ray," she corrected. "You've never heard of YouTube?"

Oooh, she'd heard about this. "When are you from?"

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Even daytime TV was preferable to going out running in this city of endless drizzle. Kate hated cities at the best of times, and this one seemed to carry double the dank crowded feel of every other one she'd seen.

Training was getting put aside for the afternoon.

Instead, she took herself to flop on the nearest couch with an apple, and watch whatever passed for entertainment here. The answer to which, seemed to be 'not much'.

"Are you the sort to complain if I heckle the people who can't hear me?" The idiots who aired their problems on talk shows deserved it, didn't they?

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"I think these people deserve the heckling," Sam said, cocking his head at the infomercial he'd just landed on. Someone was selling a lint removing glove for way too much money.

Dryly, he said, "And people actually buy this crap. Man."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"Those people are idiots." Spoken like someone who had lived most of her life in post-Apocalyptic poverty. Extravagance wasn't something Kate understood. "You could do the same thing with scotch tape."

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"Could?" Sam kept watching the infomercial for a few more seconds because it was like a trainwreck you couldn't turn away from. "I have. Not that I really care about lint. There's usually something worse on my shirts and pants than lint. Scotch tape doesn't usually get those up."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"You are not wrong." Kate had, over the years, had so much mud, blood and other assorted ook on her clothes, that worrying about lint just wasn't in her nature.

"I don't think I've ever bothered to check for lint. I've never been anywhere they've cared."

[necroslacker]

"No mean girls in your previous school?" Sam guessed, glancing over at her. He'd mostly kept under the radar when he'd been in school but he knew people found ways to make fun of other people however they could. Lint probably fell under that category.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Toby was bored, but not bored enough to attempt venturing outside in bare feet, so wandering into common rooms it was.

"Hey, man," he greeted Sam. "So apparently, it means 'radish'," he announced, referring to his mysterious 'tattoo' he'd ended up with the other day.

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"Radish like...the food?" Sam asked curiously. "Or radish like some slang word I don't know?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"The food," Toby rolled his eyes. "Totally badass, don't you think?"

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Sam pretended to gasp and clutched his heart. "You're suddenly a lot more intimidating to me, Toby. I think you might show up in a nightmare or two of mine dressed as a giant radish."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"That's me," Toby grinned. "Ready and willing to strike fear into the hearts of those who... don't eat their vegetables at the dinner table."

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"Well, I'm frightened," Sam deadpanned, trying not to smirk. "Did you manage to get your very macho tattoo off you?"