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5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

So yesterday there had been an announcement warning everyone to stay the hell away from the lovely new addition to the campgrounds. Which, naturally, meant Toby had had to go check it out ~~frakking handwavily since his player's internet connection went fzzt~~ last night. He didn't see what the big deal was, it was just a rock. A weird coloured rock, but a rock nonetheless.

And then he'd woken up this morning to find that the voices- the thoughts of his fellow students- were particularly loud today. None of his usual meditation exercises seemed to work, so eventually he dragged himself out to the common room, hoping to find something loud and distracting on television to take his mind off, well, all the other minds out there.

Also, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd forgotten about something important that was supposed to happen yesterday. Oh well. Maybe it'd come back to him.

[ooc: opennnnn. PLZ ENTERTAIN ME.]

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"I would so win the yelling competition," Kenzi admitted without shame. "Popcorn. Must have popcorn." It was a requirement for this kind of thing. She wandered over to the cabinets and microwave, rummaging for any left behind.

Even if popcorn was something Sam could have, he tended to stay away from it since it got caught in his teeth. So, he let her go on her merry way with that.

"Isn't popcorn typically a movie staple?" he wondered curiously. "When did it spread out to talk shows?"

Kenzi popped a bag in the microwave and hit the buttons. "Dude. To throw at the stupid people who claim they're not someone's babydaddy, or babymama, or who didn't even realize they were pregnant, or slept with their girlfriend's sister and thought everyone would be cool with it!" Duh.

"...you do realize they don't actually live in the television, right?" Sam asked, unable to stop himself really. Being a smartass got him in trouble a lot but he couldn't help it.

At least no one was torturing him this time and he wasn't getting smacked and yelled at for his sarcasm.

Kenzi pulled out the popcorn bag and climbed over the couch like the hyperactive cricket she was and said sadly, "Oh, you have so much to learn about interactive media, Not-Gunther."

"TV's not really my thing," he admitted, idly wondering if she ever ran out of energy. He figured the come down was epic if she did. "I preferred the reality of my own creation. It was damaged enough not to need these strange people."

It was! An epic amount of pure unconsciousness, wherever she dropped. He'd find her draped over a counter here at some point, face-down in cereal, probably.

Kenzi nommed some popcorn, running it through the Kenzi-filter, and came up with: "What?" She swallowed. "You played video games or something?"

"No." That had been more Ramon's thing and he hadn't even really played that much. "I had a job. In between that, I found time to sleep and eat and pay bills. Sometimes, I listened to vinyl."

He was being deliberately vague even if a part of him knew he didn't really have to be vague on the island.

Kenzi listened, nibbling, stopped to throw a handful at some guy who slept with his babymama's mama, and looked back at Not-Gunther. "And you were good with that? Just... every day the same? No excitement, no adventure, no glamor no glory?" Gaaaaaaah!

"I did what I had to do," Sam replied, shrugging. All of his excitement had come in like the last year. "What, gonna call me a bore now? You barely know me. You don't even know my name."

"Nooooo," Kenzi said slowly. "Imma gonna call you Defensive Man, Not-Gunther. You are on guard. You are a gated castle with a moat full of alligators, man." She offered him popcorn. "Have some snacks."

Sam waved those snacks off. "Popcorn gets stuck in my teeth. Never a fan of digging out kernels when I'm brushing."

Her phrasing of his defensiveness wasn't really wrong though. He shrugged. "Maybe I'm protecting you from my serial killing ways."

Yeah, he wasn't.

[Gotta crash now but SP is good!]

"I will be pissed if you serial-kill me," Kenzi said matter-of-factly, eating more popcorn. "And just so you know, I know people. They'll avenge my death."

Or, you know. Show up and riffle her corpse for goodies. Although, Bo might be pissed. Yeah! Heh. Kenzi beamed at him, cheered at this thought.

"Oh COME ON! No one thinks you fell into bed with the wrong woman accidentally! You can't be that drunk! No one!"

And POOOOOF explosion of popcorn! "See, my life is less damaged than these people's. IT's awesome."

"Don't tell me you actually think this is all real and true?" Sam asked, giving both the popcorn and Kenzi a dubious look. "You've gotta know they amp this up for ratings. No one's this messed up."

Well, maybe that wasn't true but those that were that messed up didn't tend to publicize it on a trashy talk show.

"Don't harsh my schadenfreude, Not-Gunther. And how do you know no one's this messed up? This could be a special, special world we're getting to watch. Where they are."

"If you're this messed up, you don't go on television to show off," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "This is embarrassing. I'd be embarrassed if I knew any of these people even just in passing."

"Why would you be embarrassed?" Kenzi the Shameless asked. "Me, I'd tell them they're morons."

"Congratulations," Sam said dryly. "This just isn't my thing but neither's telling people that they're morons. To each his own, I guess. Have fun calling people morons. Fifty bucks say someone punches you in the face for it eventually."

"Captain Defense," Kenzi said meditatively, sad at his lack of vicarious joy in other people's stupid. Especially if it was Fake Stupid. "You gotta learn to live a little, Not-Gunther. Risk something! Can't always live like you're not going to get punched in the face by life anyway."

"Quit calling me Not-Gunther," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "If you don't wanna know my name, fine, I'm not gonna share it but I'm gonna stop answering to that now. And I live my life how I wanna live it. I've been punched plenty already."

"I just can't remember it," Kenzi admitted, not at all embarrassed. She would say 'awww' except for how she'd been punched plenty too. And she could still enjoy Daytime TV! But, to each their own coping mechanisms. Hers were about food an stealing things.

Ooo, popcorn. Kenzi nommed some more.

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