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fandomhighdorms2011-09-01 06:21 pm
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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening
The TV was on, tuned to Fox Soccer more at random than anything; Gabrielle didn't really care much what was on, since the names of players and drama over whether someone might be transferring from the EPL to Serie A meant nothing to her; she mostly cared about having the background noise while she cooked up a huge batch of bacon. (The smell was comforting. She liked it.) And some eggs, and there was bread warming in the oven, and if there were any rules about breakfast at dinnertime she would just flout them now and apologize later if she absolutely had to.
The TV wasn't turned down so low that she could ignore that MagicJack commercial when it came on for the fiftieth time in the past hour, though.
"With all the money you're saving using that thing, can I get a cut of it every time I have to hear this again?!?"
[OOC: I sincerely hope you have never actually had this experience like I have. Common room is open, though!]
The TV wasn't turned down so low that she could ignore that MagicJack commercial when it came on for the fiftieth time in the past hour, though.
"With all the money you're saving using that thing, can I get a cut of it every time I have to hear this again?!?"
[OOC: I sincerely hope you have never actually had this experience like I have. Common room is open, though!]

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((I avoid the TV on transfer deadline day as a rule. The internet and mad refreshing are another story...oh yeah I went soccer crazy after the 2010 World Cup and never really turned back, I don't know if you knew that. The magicJack commercials need to die.))
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"I'd just be asking for trouble if I ate it all," Gabrielle replied, waving a hand at the stack of already cooked bacon on a plate on the counter. "Cooking it is therapeutic, though. Help yourself."
[OOC: Heeeeee. I try not to watch either, but I had to think of something to put on TV and was too lazy to meta something.]
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A beat.
"Or whatever your favorite hobby might be. Anyway, I've had some bad experiences with overeating and don't really want to go down that path again."
It would ruin the bacon experience, for one thing. That would be awful.
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The actual Elysian Fields had been pretty boring. Hence the busting out of Hades with his dad thing.
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"Okay," Gabrielle conceded. "So my metaphor could use a little work. What's XBox, some kind of game?"
Her own experience with the Elysian Fields had been boring too, but mostly because her part in it had consisted of sitting on a lakeshore waiting for Xena to get back. Because you could swim there, in the world without practical concerns (like reasonable length of time before oxygen loss became an issue).
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To be fair, oxygen loss wasn't so much going to be a concern in Hades anyway, because everyone was dead and didn't need oxygen.
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"Oh -- those video things! Call of Duty?" Gabrielle perked up, intrigued by the title. "What's that one all about?"
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There could be a lengthy pontification about war in there, but it wasn't fully-formed yet.
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"Is it that gecko selling insurance again?" he asked, camcorder in his hands but not actually recording anything.
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That was directed at the TV, by the way.
"I like the gecko, though." She paused. ". . . bacon?"
Take it off her hands, please.
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"Oh, and sure, I'd love some, thank you. Is it foreign bacon?"
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Not the middle east by her standards, but . . . special universe.
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He also held up a finger on his free hand. "And foreign bacon is a thing. My friend Sam was part of a bacon-of-the-month club once."
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