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wasthecuteone ([personal profile] wasthecuteone) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-09-07 06:40 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Making campaign posters was hell on a girl's manicure, and Petra's nails had finally reached the chipped-up point of no return. It was time to redo them. She decided to relocate to the common room, both for more space for the fumes to dissipate in and so she could watch TV while she worked and waited for her nails to dry, and, since she couldn't decide which colors she wanted to use while she was in her room, she wound up carrying around a dozen with her, which she would be more than happy to share if anyone else wanted to get in on the nail-painting action.

She had a bottle with her name, which she thought was pretty cool, but the color was a little darker than she was feeling right now. Maybe for her toes. She finally decided on a blue foil, with silver glitter on her ring fingers just for fun, though she laughed for about five minutes straight when she remembered what those two were called.

She flipped through channels looking for something to watch before she got started. Most of the TV was weird and not what she was used to, but she was able to find a rerun of The Shills, The Corporation's wildly popular program about product placement and the teens who love it. It was the episode where Lorrie and Chad broke up and she tearfully gave him back the Frou Frou bag he'd given her when she agreed to fake marry him to promote his new beer line. Perfect.

((I own all three nail polishes mentioned, and am wearing Swimsuit..Nailed It! right now. I blame Beauty Queens 100%. Open common room is open!))
life_inshadow: ([neu] I'm talking to you)

[personal profile] life_inshadow 2011-09-08 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tara's moods went in one of two directions: Either she wanted to hide in her room forever, or she was going to go nuts if she looked at her walls for another second. Tonight was one of the latter, so she went common room browsing in search of distraction.

"Hey," she said, wandering in and plopping herself in a chair. "Are you watching anything good?"
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[personal profile] life_inshadow 2011-09-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"You do kind of have that glow," Tara said, with a hesitant smile. "I'm Tara. I've been here two years. Petra's a pretty name."

She didn't know The Shills, and she glanced to the TV to try to figure out if she'd seen it and just didn't know the title.
life_inshadow: ([neu] cute & innocent)

[personal profile] life_inshadow 2011-09-08 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm a witch, so..." It was halfway meant as a joke, even if it probably fell pretty flat. "Wait, is that girl going to make out with her purse?"

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[personal profile] life_inshadow 2011-09-08 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"... I don't understand rich people," Tara decided.

Kennedy might have seemed like an exception, but no, Tara didn't really understand everything about her, either. Not that Kennedy was the bag-of-the-moment type. (Boot-of-the-moment, on the other hand...)

"And, um, yeah? I don't turn people into toads or anything, but I'm Wiccan. The spells-and-herbs type. So, uh, reality's ... a little unreal for me."

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[personal profile] hurtingzeebo 2011-09-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Sam was foraging for food wandering around, seeing who was out and about. "Hey," she called to Petra as she made a beeline for the common room fridge.

She was hoping for someone's leftover Peking Duck.
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[personal profile] hurtingzeebo 2011-09-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Damn, no Peking Duck. Sam settled for a can of chicken and stars soup. She set the can on the counter, rifled through approximately one and a half drawers for a can opener, then gave up, pulled a flat-headed screwdriver out of her back pocket, and started stabbing at the soup an with the screw driver.

"Whatca watching?"
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[personal profile] hurtingzeebo 2011-09-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Because it fit in her pocket better than the electric jigsaw did.

"Making soup," Sam said. She managed to poke a hole through the top of the soup can and looked around for something to pour it into. When nothing presented itself, she shrugged and set the can itself on the stove to heat it up. "You should see if Celebrities Under Water is on."

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[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Is the TV acting up for someone besides me?" Bruce asked as he walked into the room.

Look, he'd been given the impression that nobody in Fandom watched stuff like that on purpose. And he didn't notice the collection of polishes until after he was fully in the room. He was going to be completely out of his element tonight. He just knew it. It was just a matter of whether or not he could roll with it.

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't say I've ever seen it," Bruce said. "What's it about?"

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't really sound like something I'd usually watch on purpose," Bruce admitted. Although he was stunned the TV never turned it on for him. "But I guess it couldn't hurt to give it a shot."

Actually, he wasn't sure about that. But he wasn't going to say that out loud.

[identity profile] new-it-girl.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Hanna had been somewhat hiding in her room since her disastrous weekend, but she was done with moping. She even wandered up a floor.

"Hey," she greeted, glancing at one of the nail polish bottles. "That's a hot color. I have that one at home."

[identity profile] new-it-girl.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You sure?" Hanna replied. "I mean, I have my own in my room, but sometimes it's just better to get someone else's perspective on color choice."

She eyed her own copperish-brown painted nails. "Just so you know, I'd never willingly choose this one. It matched the bridesmaid dress I wore for a wedding."

Non-wedding was more like it.
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[identity profile] new-it-girl.livejournal.com 2011-09-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"At least it's still summer," Hanna pointed out, reaching for a dark purple. "If my room was right down the hall, I totally would get mine. But a mani-pedi party should happen in the near future. One that anyone could participate in if they wanted to."

Hanna was already getting ideas.

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