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fandomhighdorms2011-09-07 06:40 pm
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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!))
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!))

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"Hey," she said, wandering in and plopping herself in a chair. "Are you watching anything good?"
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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.
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"Wow, two years? Have you completely lost track of reality yet?" Petra asked. It was trying to be a joke, but it didn't quite make it there.
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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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foraging for foodwandering 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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"Whatca watching?"
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"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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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.
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Actually, he wasn't sure about that. But he wasn't going to say that out loud.
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"Hey," she greeted, glancing at one of the nail polish bottles. "That's a hot color. I have that one at home."
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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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Hanna was already getting ideas.
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