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Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Sunday Afternoon

Thanks to the care package that had ~~handwavingly~~ arrived from Fuijin on Friday, and the pretty little bottle of glowing liquid it had contained, Seifer had slept for damn near 48 hours, and felt much better for it. This meant the tall blond had slept through the welcome picnic the day before and had absolutely no idea that there was newbies on the island.

Of course, that still wouldn't have stopped him from standing at the counter in the small kitchen area, in just his boxers, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while he watched television. He had no idea what started this world's fascination with these 'reality' shows, but he was quickly understanding the addiction. Especially this one about those stupid people from Jersey or something.

The orange skin was kind of terrifying. And the hair. Definitely the hair.

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"Whoa, man, I think you forgot your pants," Freddie said after coming into the common room. He even averted his eyes. "And your shirt. In fact, most of your clothes."

Seifer glanced down at himself and shrugged. He had seen girls wandering around in less fabric than what he had on. "I'm covered."

He pointed at the box of cereal and the milk on the counter. "Hungry?"

"A little," Freddie said, going to pour himself a small bowl.

"And yeah, I guess you are. But I... well, I don't know if lounging about without pants is a good idea. Might scare the new people. Not that I'm saying you're scary or your legs or ugly or anything."

[ooc: oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I missed the notif somehow.]

Seifer snickered a bit as Freddie talked, then paused. "New people?"

"All the people that arrived yesterday?" Peter said. "I mean, not a ton, but there were some. I'm just happy not to be one of the super new ones, any more."

"Huh." That was ...interesting. He should have listened to the radio podcast when he woke up.

"I guess we're not newbies anymore then."

"Lu lu lu," Butters was singing a little as he drifted happily toward the common room. "I've got some--"

Unfortunately, the world may never know what it was Butters had, as he stopped once he got into the room and looked around. "Oh, hamburgers," he said with a sigh. "I've done it again..."

Seifer looked over at Butters, spoon halfway to his mouth. "Hamburgers?"

"Yeah," Butters said wiltingly. "Hamburgers. I've done it again. This isn't the second floor common room. I seem to always just wind up in the wrong common room..."

"Nope. Fourth floor." He added some more cereal to his bowl. "Avoid the sixth floor (http://fandomhighdorms.livejournal.com/2102011.html). I keep hearing noises and stuff, not sure it's a good idea to go up there."

"Well, I'll definitely try," said Butters, "but I don't know if I can help it. That's okay, though. No one seems to mind if you go in a different common room, and there's always people when I get lost, so that makes it better. What are we--"

But, again, Butters cut himself off, when he looked at the TV screen to see what was on, and his eyes widened. "Ugh!" he said. "Not this show!"

There was a laugh as Seifer reached for the milk. "So, you know what this is? It was on when I came in and it's like a T-Rexuar battle, you just can't turn away."

"Oh, geez, do I ever," Butters was staring at the screen with something akin to fright. "Dontcha remember when Jersey tried to take over the whole United States? It was awful! And, boy, did it mess with my friend Kyle, too. He got all mean and scary, too."

"Um, I'm not really from here." Like, at all. And judging from the shore, he could take over Jersey, so he didn't think it said much about this world. "How'd they stop it?"

"Um." Butters took a moment to try to remember. "I think it had something to do with Osama bin Laden. Either way, we won and they went back to Jersey, yeah! Almost as good as the time we won over the terrorists in Imaginationland!"

There wasn't anything else Seifer could do but stare at Butters. Because that, was just plain fucking crazy, and he would know.

And that, really, was probably the best response, really.

Butters flopped on the couch. "Boy," he said, "I'm sure glad they're just in Jersey now, especially that Snooki!"

Marshall walked into the common room -- sure, it wasn't his, but nothing said he couldn't explore.

"... Is there a shirtless day I should know about, or something?" he asked, spying Seifer. "'Cause I'm not really sure I'm comfortable with that."

"Not shirtless. Just lack of clean clothes and I didn't feel like doing laundry," Seifer replied to whoever it was, not bothering to look away from the television.

Riveting stuff there, with the slapping and weird slang.

That... was a pretty decent excuse. "I guess you're covered," Marshall admitted. "You'd see just as much on a beach, anyway."

He turned to the TV to see what had Seifer's attention. "What is this? I didn't think reality TV could get any worse than it was six years ago, but this is..."

"Less, if I was a chick. And that chick should put on more clothes. Is skin supposed to be that color of orange?"

Seifer shuddered a bit. "I have no idea. I still haven't figured out why they keep calling girls 'grenades' either."

"I think the orange is from, like, this fake-tan stuff you can get? I don't get why people use it, because," Marshal gestured vaguely at the TV. "Orange."

"The short one has an attitude, but she doesn't seem too bright. And the guys... I think half the guys in this school could kick their asses."

Marshall couldn't help but laugh. "I think I could kick their asses," he bravado'd. "And that's saying something."

Awesome Warrior, Marshall is not.

Seifer looked Marshall over and shrugged. "Not the girls though, they're kind of vicious."

"I'm thinking I need to find the remote, because the commercials keep saying something about this show about teen mothers that's on after this."

Marshall shuddered. "I just don't get why people watch this stuff."

Reaching over, he grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal, helping himself. "It's Seifer, right? ~~Gmail tells my mun that we haven't met, but that~~ You were in Reno's class with me?"

"Yep. That dude is kinda crazy." He paused, trying to remember a name. "I'm drawing a blank on your name, sorry."

He hadn't been his best so far this summer.

Marshall shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I'm Marshall. Wheeler."

He gestured at the TV with his spoon. "So what kind of shows do you like?" he asked.

"Not this." He couldn't look away at the moment though. "Usually sports, or just movies. You?"

"Movies, yeah, and, like, stuff like Lightning Bug, and that new Strifenova Celestial series. Something with a plot."

He frowned at the television. "And, y'know, people who are actually capable of acting."

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