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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

In the common room today, Topher was on the couch with a pint of ice cream. However, recovering from a breakup he was not -- instead, the ice cream was pressed to his eye, which had really freaking hurt ever since that freak had punched him the other day. For nourishment, he had a heap of food on the table beside him.

Well, "nourishing" was a little strong. Also, it was not his. Some of it even had people's names on it.

Topher's logic was that it tasted the same whether it was his or not, so who cared?

He had snacks, he had something cold for his eye, he had a comfortable couch, and the TV was on. Of course, it appeared to be playing children's cartoons, but that didn't stop him from snorting with laughter every few minutes whenever the sponge and the starfish tried to break into the squid's house.

What? It was a funny show!

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"Don't you look pretty," Nathan quipped as he breezed in and headed to try and steal something from the third floor refrigerator. "From what I've heard, mate, you're supposed to put cucumbers on your eyes, not...whatever that shit is."

"It's cherry garcia," Topher supplied helpfully. "If you wanna go do the cucumber thing, that's your call, man, but I think the cold is probably better for this."

Which led to him lifting up the container to reveal the state of his eye.

Nathan started laughing because he sympathized. Nathan dug out a bottle of orange juice that might have been someone else's (but he didn't care) and then he flopped down.

"So, who did that?" he asked, tapping his own eye. "If it was a girl, mate, I commiserate. Had it happen myself."

Enjoy the orange juice, Nathan! If it tasted a little bit backwashy, well, Topher had gotten there first and he had no regrets.

"Not sure I got his name," he said, cocking his head in thought. "Kate's boyfriend. Blond guy. Strong... fist."

And as for the getting-punched-by-girls matter...

"Who punched you? Was it Ramona or Kate? Because they can get violent." He spoke from experience.

Please, Nathan had had worse than someone else's backwashy orange juice. He'd done the same thing to other people so he couldn't deny someone their fun.

"I have been punched by..." He stopped to think about it which was really sad. "Karla. Jacob. Caroline. Ramona. And Kate. Ha, beat that!"

Yes, he was proud of that.

...Damnit. That was a really extensive list.

"Dude. Impressive!" Topher held up a hand for a high-five. It was rare that he had moments of guy-bonding, but getting punched by people was one of those things that he could relate to.

"So far it's just Kate, Ramona and Kate's boyfriend for me. I should step up my game..."

Big words for a little geek with a low pain tolerance.

"I had no fucking idea that Kate and Ramona were so punch happy," Nathan said, indulging Topher with a high five. "Maybe they're just attracted to the likes of you and me."

Sorry about that Topher but hey, at least he kept it clean? That was all for you, buddy. All for you.

Topher shuddered. "Ew. No, thanks."

The cleanliness was appreciated. He'd had enough inappropriate girl visuals when he'd stumbled upon a naked girl on the fourth floor yesterday.

"Oh! And Kate bit me that one time," he remembered. "So there, that's another grievance."

She was a MENACE.

"...she bit you?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Was there a donut on your nose or a piece of candy sticking to your cheek?"

Well, Kate had a sweet tooth...

"No!" Which was just as baffling to him as it was to the rest of the world! "She was all... evil and vampirey! Which she assures me is not a permanent condition," he hastened to reassure Nathan.

Just in case he was scared or anything.

"Ooooh!" Oh, Nathan remembered that weekend. "Yeah, I ran into her that weekend too. She broke my fucking nose with her fucking head and she was really fucking lucky she didn't permanently scar my beautiful face because I am not going around wearing a paper bag the rest of my life."

Elle was bored, therefore Elle was roaming the halls.

Well, more like getting distracted in the common room.

"I love this show!" she said, plopping down on a couch. "And ooh hey, food."

She was also bypassing that whole "belonging to other people" thing.

"Dude," Topher said solemnly. "It's a good thing she's getting off the island soon. Seriously, she is way too temperamental to be around people."

Whereas Topher and Nathan were each a joy to be around!

Too bad Nathan was gonna actually miss her something fierce. He didn't say that because he was supposed to not have emotions. Black hearted jerk, that was him.

"So, what'd the fuck Kate punch you for?" Nathan asked curiously. "You didn't like...try to get under her skirt, did you? Let me assure you, as someone that's been there, it's good but it's not worth the broken bones."

That wasn't as clean but it was so fun to see Topher flail.

EW EW EW EW.

"No!" Yes, Topher had to flail at that, unseating the precarious carton of cherry garcia in the process. Which was fine, because it enabled him to tilt his head just slightly and manage to lick some off the corner of his mouth. Who said he wasn't flexible?

"I just... showed her a video on the internet. That I guess she didn't like."

It took Nathan a moment to realize what video Topher meant and his eyes widened. "Dude, you fucking showed that to her? Why, did you want an autograph or something?"

"Take as much as you want," Topher offered generously with a sweep of his hand.

"And this is sorta the best show ever." True, it was no Discovery Channel, but it still had sea creatures! It was educational!

"No!" Topher squawked. Now he was sitting up and completely unseating the ice cream in the process, but it was all so that he could flail more effectively.

"Why does everyone assume I did it to piss her off? I was just trying to enlighten her about her internet fame!"

Not true.

Elle's response was to reach over and take a bag of cookies. "Thanks!"

Because it was only polite to thank someone who shared something with you, and she could be polite on occasion.

"It is," Elle agreed. "Well, one of the best, anyway. We don't have it in my time, I don't think." She wasn't sure what was on TV over ten years in the past anymore.

"What makes you think she didn't already know, mate?" Nathan wondered, downing half the orange juice in one go and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You aren't the only one who can use a search engine!"

Alex had made a list of things to pack -- she wasn't leaving until the last possible minute but still, she wanted to make sure she didn't forget anything -- and feeling accomplished, wandered into the common room.

"What happened to you?"

She didn't normally come across people with a pint of ice cream against their faces.

"Well, she seemed plenty surprised that I had found it," Topher pointed out. "I take it that meant she didn't know it was up."

That or she had seriously underestimated the power of YouTube's Related Videos feature.

"Sucks," he comisserated. He glanced at her, sizing her up, then decided, "You from the past, then? Because I seriously can't foresee a future where this show isn't on TV."

His deductive skills were amazing, weren't they?

"Crazy guy," came Topher's eloquent response. Which was, in his opinion, an accurate summation of Bod, thank you very much.

And he left it at that. He could be a man of few words sometimes.

Nathan laughed and shook his head. "Well, unless Ramona's been keeping shit from me, she doesn't have any scandalous videos on the Internet. Why'd she punch you? You didn't piss in her hair dye or something, right?"

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