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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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"What's up, pussycat?" Sam said, unable to resist the quip as he wandered in. "Anything worth purring at today?"

He'd probably stop joking about the whole cat thing eventually. Sorry, Toby. It was just your unfortunate fate.

Today hadn't got off to a particularly auspicious start -- what with her run being interrupted by the grey and freaking looking, and the subsequent loss of one of her favourite throwing knives when she didn't feel like retrieving it from the midst of alot goop.

The rest of the morning had been spent scouring her Almanac of Mystical Creatures for a thing that apparently didn't exist anywhere but here. She'd found that 'grey and fucked up' wasn't a glossary term with a quick and simple result. In the end, she'd got so frustrated she growled at her book, shoved it under her arm and had gone in search of lunch.

A search which had taken her up here.

"Is there food in here that isn't so preserved it won't taste like real food anymore?"

All things considered, it was probably appropriate payback for all the teasing Toby had given out regarding a certain sparkly eyepatch. Not that he was going to admit as much out loud.

"Not unless you consider talk shows purr-worthy."

"Might be an orange or two in the fridge?" Toby offered. He'd bypassed them in favour of some Pop Tarts, himself. Strawberry, so it was almost like having a real fru-

Okay, no it wasn't.

"Why the sudden interest in talk shows?" Sam wondered, glancing at the television. "You're not secretly into paternity tests and cousins marrying cousins, are you?"

"Well, I do have a younger brother out there somewhere that I've never met?" Toby offered. "But that's not why I'm watching. I just- need something loud." And people screaming at each other over infedelities and various other wrongdoings certainly fit the bill.

"You need something loud?" Sam asked, flopping down and stretching his legs out. "Why the need for something loud? And why haven't you started blasting music. At least that might be more entertaining that listening to someone drone on and on."

Oh yeah, that was the sort of thing that Kate had decided to bypass on her own floor. Yesterday's fresh caught rabbit and vegetables had gone and reminded her of real food.

"... So long as it's not orange and gummy, I'll take it," she decided, wandering over to investigate for herself. That just wasn't a distinction she'd have had to make back home. "And it isn't."

Kate eventually dropped down onto the couch nearby with her newly acquired orange and large book, and offered Sam a nod of greeting.

"More bad TV for you, Seattle?" As if she knew which of them had made that decision, considering his track record it could well have been him.

"This wasn't my choice," Sam replied, making a face at the talk show Toby had landed on. "That's a hurtful assumption, Kate. Are you trying to make look bad here?"

"Distraction," Toby explained, sounding rather, well, distracted. "Guess I coulda put on the radio, yeah," he realized as an afterthought. "This- seemed like a good idea at the time?"

"Hey, last time I knew, you were happily picking infomercial television," she pointed out. "That's not even a real show."

"Not a fan of the processed stuff?" Toby guessed. Not that it was much of a guess, really. One didn't need telepathy to figure out Kate's opinion on that subject, given her entrance.

Yeah, Sam was picking up on that distraction too. He cocked his head and looked over at Toby, trying to figure out what might be up. The colors in his head were worthless right now though.

"What're you trying to distract yourself from?" Sam didn't really get the chaos in Toby's head but how could he? He'd never experienced it. "Girl problems?"

Yes, still trying to keep it light.

"Infomercials are actually helpful though," Sam pointed out, shrugging. "They provide a service to the gullible and to hoarders. If they've got an infomercial, someone's obviously buying their stuff."

"No-" Toby shook his head. "Yes. Shit. I was supposed to go out with Kenzi last night." That's what he'd forgotten. Well, now he felt like a total idiot.

"You had a date and you forgot about it?" Sam asked, snickering. "Busy night last night? Are you juggling girls and not telling me, Toby? Can't go out with one girl because there's another baking you cookies?"

She'd eat it. Because she could and would live off almost anything. She shrugged and held up her retrieved orange as she made her way over. "I'd rather have this." There was only so much artificial god knew what and sugar someone spending half her life in wilderness survival mode wanted on a daily basis.

"Who slept with whose wife and is there a bet on it getting violent yet?" she asked, nodding at the TV. That was what these were good for, she'd discovered.

"There are people who want to go on these shows." See how they were there yelling at each other so enthusiastically! "Free therapy for the crazy and attention seeking. Your logic almost works for both."

"There's just the one!" Toby insisted. "And we're not even- it wasn't even a real date. I think." Was it a real date? He had no idea.

Toby'd only spent three months on the street, but it was enough that he got where Kate was coming from as far as eating what was available.

"She's not sure which one of them is the father," Toby waved at the screen. "Also, the husband," he pointed at the guy on the left. "Slept with her sister."

"That sounds like you'd prefer to go on a talk show rather than to shill a cheap product," replied Sam, amused. "I could see you up there, hawking a weedwacker that's meant to cut hair. Bet you're a natural salesperson."

"So, why were you so distracted that you forgot you had a daaaaaaaaaaaate" Sam teased. "Get really into a puzzle of the Statue of Liberty?"

Toby felt the blush creeping up on his cheeks at the teasing, and silently willed it to go away. Because that ever worked.

"Went to go see that thing they told us, uh. Not to go see."

"It's going to get violent," she decided, digging what nails she had into her orange to peel it. "That combination in a room--" Kate shook her head.

It shouldn't be entertaining, and yet...

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