Fourth floor common room, Wednesday afternoon

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam was bored. This was a rather dangerous situation, without Carly around to keep her entertained and mostly out of trouble. At the moment, she was just dealing with it by watching the Food Network, but the way she was side-eying the door to the common room hinted at possible troublesome antics on the way.

She wondered if she still had that paintball blow gun stashed away, somewhere.

[ooc: open common room is open. Let's give radio something to report!]

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[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie ran into the common room, without a shirt.

"Ahhh, ahhh," he shouted, before grabbing the water sprayer from the sink and spraying his chest with cold water. He let out a relieved sigh at that moment.

When he realized someone else was in the room, he decided this situation required an explanation.

"I spilled hot cocoa on myself," he said, trying to act like this was just a normal situation.

[hurtingzeebo]

Trust Freddie to keep things interesting. And she hadn't even had to dump the hot cocoa on him herself. It was like it was her birthday or something.

Sam smirked at him. "Put your shirt back on, Benson. You're going to scare the locals."

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"...it's back in my room," Freddie said. "And it has cocoa all over it."

[hurtingzeebo]

"So you're just gonna channel Gibby, now?"

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"I am not channeling Gibby," Freddie objected. "For one, I don't intend to dance. Plus I probably should go get a shirt. Before I get a rash or something."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam snickered. "Let me guess, you're allergic to having your shirt off."

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"No, but there might be something, you know... weird in the air," Freddie said, stretching a bit. "Like... mutant dust pollen."

[hurtingzeebo]

"You're mutant dust pollen." Yeah, it wasn't her best. Sue her. "You know if that's in the air, you've been breathing it in for, like, two months, right?"

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie just made a pouty face for a moment. "...so I should probably go put on a shirt, then."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Or you could start shrieking and spraying yourself with water again," Sam said. "That was kind of amusing."

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"...Why am I now worried you'll throw hot cocoa at me?" Freddie said.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Because you've met me?"

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Point," Freddie said. "I'm gonna go... put on a shirt, now."

He ducked out, and came back in a few minutes later with a fresh shirt on.

"I own a lot of penny tees," he remarked on his way back in.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was also pretty bored. It was a fascinating thing -- all those years he'd loathed his stupid fancy private schools, but he was starting to realize that they had at least done a decent job of keeping him occupied. Fandom, on the other hand...

Well, he was going out of his mind with boredom. So. To the common room it was!

"Hey," he said, flopping down on the couch in a fairly impressive leap. Then he realized who it was he was sitting next to, and he held up both hands. "Wait, no bras, right?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Just the one I'm wearing, dude. What's up?"

[dollpocalypse]

Ew. Ew ew ew ew why had he even asked?

"Noooooot too much," he said, stretching out comfortably. "Bored out of my mind, though."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh man, I know. Who knew I'd miss having classes?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Right? Right?!"

This had become a problem with him, yes.

"Ugh," he moaned into the arm of the couch. "Break week is so boring, I'd almost rather be back home."

Except not. Back home sucked.

[hurtingzeebo]

"I was thinking I should see if I still have my paintball blow gun. Liven things up a little bit."

[dollpocalypse]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, paintball?

"I think I left mine at home," Topher said mournfully. "But I have my whole laser tag set in my room! I have enough for eight people."

Because yes, a laser tag set for eight people was the kind of thing Topher thought would be useful at boarding school. Don't judge.

[hurtingzeebo]

Wow. "Dude, do you even know eight people?"

Now now, Sam, don't alienate the guy who has come equipped with laser tag.

"You could play a helluva game of assassin with that."

[dollpocalypse]

It was a valid question. So far, he knew about five people. Most of them didn't seem the laser tag type, though.

"I could," he conceded. "If we somehow managed to round up enough people."

[hurtingzeebo]

"I'd totally win," Sam decided. "I'm the master assassin."

[dollpocalypse]

"Uh-huh." Topher rolled his eyes. "Sure. Dude, it would take a human programmed with offensive and defensive warfare to even tie with me."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Is that a challenge?"

Be afraid, Topher. Be very afraid.