Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Wasn't it weird how, after you spoke in questions for an hour, you started thinking entirely in questions too? Was it a little like how if you read the same word over and over again, it started to look incredibly strange? Or was it nothing like that at all?

Also, was there Diet Coke, or had it all gotten drunk by miscreants again? Could Quinn just have a cold drink and a decentWendy the Werewolf Stalker rerun, or was that asking too much?

Why was it asking too much? And why was something hard in the couch cushion poking her in the butt? Did life always have to be a constant trial?

[OOC: Open common room. Come play the question game!]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Did Bruce just spend most of the day working on his fight training in the cave? Did he hear the TV on his way back up the dorm stairs? Did he figure it would be a good idea to be social for the night?

"Hello, Quinn. How are you doing tonight?" he asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Do you realize we only have a week until Thanksgiving break?" Quinn asked, with a little wave. "Are you going anywhere?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Time flies, doesn't it?" Bruce said as he walked toward the fridge. Would he find a bottle of water? "I was thinking of taking off for a few days. Have any suggestions on where?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Someplace warm or someplace cold?" Quinn asked. "And aren't you lucky to get to pick?"

She was going to be in Ohio. Would the one bright side be Puck?

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I have it rough with all of these possibilities, don't I?" Bruce joked. "How about warm?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"How about Hawaii?" Quinn mused. "Or is that just where I want to go?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Do you want to go there?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn thought about it a minute, realized she couldn't answer with a question. "Yeeees," she said. "And you just broke my streak."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You don't think I'm going to feel bad about that, do you?" Bruce asked, just to rub that part in.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you could just feel a little bit bad?" Quinn suggested hopefully.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"For you?" Bruce asked. "I suppose." Look at him frown a little.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow, he did!

"Would it be weird if I told you you have a cute frown?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Would you believe I've never heard that before?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"...actually, I can see how it wouldn't come up?"

It was too a question! Rising inflection and everything.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You're having trouble keeping the questions going, aren't you?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn mock-glared. "Don't I get to decide when I've messed up?"

No, Quinn. You don't.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to flatter me some more if I leave it up to you?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I think flattery's fair payment for letting me cheat a little, don't you?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Who would object to that?" Bruce asked. Not him, certainly.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Maybe only people who nobody wants to flatter anyhow?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a tough break for them, doesn't it?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah." Quinn twisted a piece of hair. "Are you asking yes or no questions on purpose?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"How would it make you feel if I were?" Bruce asked.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"If I was doing it, wouldn't you feel like I was cheating a little?"

It took Quinn a good ten seconds to come up with that one. She was a little proud of it.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You're right. How would I ever work around that?" Bruce asked.