fandomhighdorms | B Movie Marathon, Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday afternoon and on into the night

Today, the table in the fifth floor common room was covered with all kinds of (moddable) snacks. Pretzels, popcorn, chips, candy, you name it. There was punch, of the dubious red and fizzy variety, with a lump of sherbet floating in it. There were 2-liters of every kind of soda imaginable. And there was a stack of pizzas, piping hot and greasy.

But all of that was backdrop.

Because the focus of the attention in the room was the television -- not the normal common room tv, which had been set off to the side, but Squall's giant high-def flatscreen and surround sound system. When you HAD money, you might as well use it, after all. Squall had enlisted the help of the Internet to rent some of the best worst B movies ever made, and they were going to be presented to anyone who stopped by in the highest definition picture and sound quality available.

Scheme 10 From The Galaxy was in there, of course, along with Orc II, but the very first movie hadn't actually appeared on any of the online lists, and it was only by chance that he'd stumbled across it.

On the screen, some sort of asthmatic fiend shambled down the same stretch of hallway over and over. It wasn't scary. It wasn't campy. In fact, the reason the movie hadn't appeared on the internet lists was probably that it was so bad that it wasn't even good-bad, it was just bad. And yet, Squall sat on the couch with a grin on his face, enjoying himself.

Yes, Squall. That Squall. Smiling. Look, it was his birthday, he was allowed, okay?

(Open common room is open!)

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Shira was planning on flipping through the channels in the common room -- TV was kind of fascinating to her, after all -- but this plan was solidly changed when she made her way into the common room and saw the TV.

"Mother Night!" She might have been boggling a little. She knew quality when she saw it, even if she didn't understand it.

"Yes, I know it's awful," Squall told her. "That's the point."

He gestured at the food, and the couch. "Help yourself."

"I was referring more to the television than the programming on it," Shira replied even as she moved to grab herself a paper plate and several pieces of pizza. "Though the programming is absolutely appalling, too. Is there a reason you're subjecting yourself to it?"

"Look at it this way:" Squall answered. "This movie got made. Someone paid a lot of money to produce it and distribute it. Someone thought it was good enough that people would want to pay to see it. Someone was willing to star in it. All of those people are morons."

There was a slight pause as Shira processed what he'd said. "Are you sure there wasn't some kind of bet involved?" she asked, wrinkling her nose and taking a bite of pizza. "That's about the only way you'd ever catch me involved with something like that."

There was an odd sort of fun to it, though, but damned if she could explain it.

Squall shrugged. "Whatever. The point is, the movie is here, and we're watching it." He fast-forwarded through the next few times the movie re-used the clip of the monster shuffling down the hallway, just to prove that it wouldn't matter.

"And there are more movies, for later."

Elphaba entered the common room with a freshly baked pie. Yes, she'd made one on a different floor, but she'd decided to find people to share it with. It was apple, and of course it was vegan in recipe.

"I... I'm suddenly thinking maybe I'm in the wrong room," she said. "What are you watching?"

"A movie," Squall answered with a bit of a grin. "A bad one. What room did you WANT to be in?"

"One with someone to help share this pie, but I possibly need to find people with a sense of taste," she teased. "Otherwise all my work will be for nothing."

Squall shrugged. "That's a witty pun, but I can assure you there's nothing wrong with my sense of taste, just my appreciation of art."

If she didn't want to share the pie, well, whatever, but it smelled pretty good.

"Well, fine," Elphaba said, setting down the pie on a counter. "I didn't really want to carry it any more, as it was. So I suppose here is where I'll share it."

She set down the towel she'd been using to carry the hot pie. "I think we'll have to find a knife and plates, though."

B Movie Marathon, Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday afternoon and on into the night

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