Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[godofxbox]

Alex had spent the weekend, for no discernible reason, locked in a golden cage in one of the island's caves. Mostly he'd waxed poetic about why someone would do this to him, but by the end of Sunday he'd been getting pretty hungry and thirsty. Luckily, he'd woken up on Monday with both the golden cage and the desire to wax poetic gone. After a quick handwavey stop to buy every kind of Pop-Tart Turtle & Canary sold, he'd found his happy place, parked in front of the TV shooting fake people and generally owning at Call of Duty.

((Open common room is open! Alex has a lot of Pop-Tarts and is aware he bought more than he can eat, so he's willing to share! He is also more than willing to beat you down at Call of Duty.))