fandomhighdorms | Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room, After Classes

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

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Pizza!

... PIZZA.

Who are you? And if someone gave you an obscene budget for running a frat meeting, what would you do with it?

With... more pizza!

And Foosball. The Foosball is important.

When they ping in!

When he pings in!

It is not so early that I am drooling on myself right now in class shut up.

I AM ALMOST DONE THIS SEMESTER. UNGH.

Warren was there, crouched over a cup of coffee like a lifeline and looking for all the world like he was going to claw out the eyes of anyone who wanted to take it away.

... Pleasantly, though. This was frat, after all.

Tyrion picked at a bit of pizza as he half-listened to the introductions; he wasn't quite sure what it was, so it deserved caution.

By the end of the meeting, he would have gathered that whatever it was, it was delicious, and idly wondered if he could abscond with one of the leftover pies.

The whole fraternity exercise seemed a bit silly to him, but he wouldn't deny the students their right to mingle under his caring supervision. (Though he supposed Cersei would laugh herself sick at the thought.) And now he was curious as to what skrulls, clones, and life model deocys were.

PIZZA.

Chuck loved this club, he really did. He snagged a slice to chew on while he tried to think of an idea that wasn't 'play computer games' for a group activity.

Jeremy was very much in favor of pizza, too.

He was maybe less in favor of chasing girls away, but he supposed he could deal with that. It was a frat, after all.

PIZZA.

Ben might even save some for the rest of you.

Maybe.

Ben waved at the assembled group and (thankfully) swallowed his mouthful of pizza before talking. "I'm Ben Skywalker, I'm a senior, and if I had a million dollars, I'd make us build a really astral satellite that we could use to see free movies."

He though of something else. "And if there was money left over, we could buy some racing cars and try them out."

Please, no one give Ben a million bucks.

Jack was still boggling at Tony and Warren's introduction. Clone? Skrull? Tights?

"Um. I'm Jack," he said with a wave. "And with a million dollars? Softball league and stadium in Fandom."

And he paused a moment before adding.

"And not a virtual environment. Real stadium. Grass, not astroturf. Beer keg optional."

"Is there a problem if you're a tights-wearing-clone-decoy?" Jack tried to ask non-chalantly. "You know. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Smooth, Jack. Smooth.

Pizza. Oh yeah. Jack already had about three slices on his plate and had no problem wolfing them down.

He so missed having a teenager metabolism.

NO GIRLS!

AND PIZZA! Please excuse Topher while he took three slices and consumed them one by one without the use of a plate.

Or don't. He didn't care.

"Topher Brink," said Topher, with his mouth full. Weren't you guys all glad Tony had let him join? "Sophomore. And I'd build video game controllers that don't require fingers, because SOMEONE never got around to it and sometimes you're a lemur and you really want to play something!"

Tony, he was glaring at you.

Warren arched one eyebrow at Jack from behind his coffee.

"I don't think there should be any problem with it," he ventured, finally. "I just meant that I'm probably the only Warren Worthington in the multiverse who hasn't pulled on a pair of tights yet."

A pause.

"I'm not blue, either."

Just in case.

Ender didn't stop by until frat was pretty much over, waiting by the entrance to the rec room. He... had never exactly been 'frat boy' material, but he did feel a moral obligation to check in on Warren, and any possible van-related trauma Ben might have caused.

"Hey, Warren," he offered.

Jack paused for a moment to filter that.

"Are you saying you're not depressed or that your not a certain color?" he asked. "Because I never know in this place."

"Ender," Warren replied, offering him a little nod and a smile that was less tired than it might have been earlier, by virtue of the coffee that he was still clasping in front of his chest. "Pizza?"

His eloquence truly knew no bounds. But there were leftovers.

Copious amounts of leftovers.

"The second one," Warren clarified. "You'd be surprised how often it comes up in conversation."

"I'm not really that hungry," Ender said, with a brief quirk of his lips. He'd never really mastered the whole 'black hole stomach' thing half the teen boys here had, and... honestly didn't think about it. "But thanks."

He glanced at the room. "How've you been?"

Because 'do I need to talk Ben and Tony out of fitting your van with lasers and an aquarium or not' was a bit of an unsubtle conversational opener.

"With just you or students in particular?" Jack said turning to look at his fellow frat-mates. Nope. No one blue.

Yes. Jack could be a little dense at times.

There was a moment of hesitation somewhere in that, while Warren puzzled over his answer, starting with the honest-and-lengthy version in his head, and then running it through a good many filters before he finally settled on, "Busy."

Which was possibly slightly over-filtered, true, but there were some things that were still pretty raw in all of that.

"Between Glacia and classes and stuff, I mean. And you?"

Somebody was still blissfully unaware of the aquarium plans. But had done a bit of mild freaking out over talk of missiles and lasers and still wasn't certain what to make about the fact that apparently the van could fly.

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