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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[hurtingzeebo]

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss," Sam said cheerfully. "Rows nine and ten."

[dollpocalypse]

They definitely weren't playing by the rules, but it was faster this way, and he would probably beat her sooner!

Except not.

"Oooh," he said, wincing as if wounded. "Hit."

On half of his battleship. Yikes.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam pumped both fists in the air. "I rule! Row eight!"

[dollpocalypse]

Damnit!

"Hit," he groused. As he placed the red pin into his battleship, sure enough, the weight sensor was triggered, and the board trembled, just like he'd programmed it to. Since there were a whole bunch of gamepieces in those squares instead of the traditional one piece, it took a whole lot more energy to expel the pieces from the board. So they flew at his head as the game made a little explosion noise, and tiny sparks erupted.

Singing his hair. Damnit.

"You win," he grumbled, reaching up to pat down his hair.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam could actually be a gracious winner. "Nice," she said, referring to the explosion. "Did you clump 'em together or something?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Yup," Topher admitted. "All on top of each other. Which leads to projectiles, which can be extra fun for people who don't know to expect it."

By now, he'd pretty much learned to dodge.

"Where were yours?" he couldn't help but ask, leaning over to get a glimpse of her board.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam put her arms over her board, though possibly not fast enough to cover the fact that her ships were still nicely piled up with the colored pegs.

"Not in rows B or D," she said.

[dollpocalypse]

"All right, all right, don't tell me," he conceded, putting his hands up and sinking back into his side of the couch. "So you win round one. Just wait 'till we get to laser tag and paintball."

Sam was going to crush him. It was a good thing they hadn't decided on a prize yet.

[hurtingzeebo]

"I'm game when you are, bra boy."

Oh, that nickname was going to stick. At least until Sam got distracted.

[dollpocalypse]

"Sunday?" he proposed, ignoring the nickname. "Laser tag one-on-one tournament, sixth floor?"

The best part of that was that the new kids would be around to possibly get in the way of a stray laser!

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh, you're on." Newbies beware.

Huh, maybe she should see about borrowing a stealth camera from Freddie to record Topher's defeat with.

[dollpocalypse]

"Then I'll see you then," Topher announced, standing up and collecting his Battleship boards. "Later, man."

He was going to go practice.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Later," Sam said. She was . . . going to make a sandwich.