Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

[glacial_queen]

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play. not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"... Is this supposed to be a problem?"

She was kidding. Sort of.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I happen to greatly enjoy some of my classes!" Alexander admitted with a laugh. "Though I suppose missing some others wouldn't be so bad. I can see how some might be made a little more difficult to participate in when one is suffering from a short bout of equine."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"We were supposed to make fires in my class," Quinn explained. "Because horses are huge into s'mores."

Or because the lesson was about teamwork and averse circumstances, but Quinn had missed the point.

"What classes did you take this time, anyhow?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I can certainly see how that might be a difficult task," Alexander grinned, "unless you were some sort of fire horse or nightmare. But as it happens, I'm taking the class on everything being a weapon this time around, as well as Talking is a Free Action, though I'm still not entirely sure what that one is all about; you're in that one too, correct? It seems par for the course with Deadpool, really. There's the usual plethora of extra language courses my mother insists upon, and the class on Heroism, which I suspect should be quite useful."

He hoped, anyway.

"What else have you got on your agenda?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Talking is a very Deadpool kind of class," Quinn agreed. "My others are avoiding Misadventure -- that was the fire one -- teambuilding, and one called tricks, cons and bamboozles." She shrugged a bit. "Figured it might help me not be a sucker."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander had to give a small smile at that. "I don't think I'd have pegged you for a sucker, Quinn," he offered. "Though I admit that's not a class I would have expected to see you in."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It was a weird list this time," Quinn shrugged. "It's senior year. It's summer. Time to take fun stuff that might help me someday."

A beat. "And thank you for not thinking I'm a sucker."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"You're quite welcome," Alexander laughed a little. "And what? You don't think my fourth semester of Russian will help me out much?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Depends on if you're planning on spending a bunch of time in Moscow," Quinn said. "But then, I'm taking a Deadpool class."

Her judgment might be skewed.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

That definitely got a laugh, as well as compounded Quinn's point. "Fair enough," he said, "but so am I, so there you have it. I did actually get a chance to use it with someone other than Scully the other day, so who knows? Mother might actually be right."