http://regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-12-03 07:33 pm

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday night

Popcorn. Nuts. Cookies. Pretzels. Chips. A liter of Diet Coke. And one of those Barry Plodder movies on TV.

Hello, Denial, Kenzi's old friend. Nom nom nom noooom.

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Food. And TV. Both of those, Rapunzel had come to find, were excellent distractions.

And company also helped. Which was why she found herself wandering from floor to floor. And why she stopped on the second.

Food. TV. Company.

"Hey," she said, waving awkwardly.

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Snack... attack?" Rapunzel wasn't familiar with that particular phrase.

But she smiled because it sounded funny!

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel shook her head.

"Not yet..." But she was sure that Kenzi was about to educate her.

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Of all of them?" she asked, eyes wide. That seemed like a lot.

[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay..."

Rapunzel may have been hesitant, but she was sure that Kenzi wouldn't lead her astray. So she reached out and scooped up a handful of popcorn. Then tried to add a handful of pretzels to her already-full hand.

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Denial was a good friend of Freddie right now, as well. He came in with his PearPad, and sat down on one of the couches.

"Oh hey, Barry Plodder. I like these movies," he said, only the faintest smile on his face.

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Aww man, that's one of my favorite parts," he said. He leaned over and snagged an offered cookie.

He punched at his PearPad and groaned. "Come on, stop giving me these stupid shellac errors."

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Stupid internet says the iCarly server is down," Freddie said. "And no amount of refreshing is getting it to, you know, load right."

He looked a little bit like he was on edge of a breakdown. "Maybe I should just... eat the cookie."

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it hasn't worked since last night when something knocked Carly offline during iCarly," Freddie said, biting into the cookie. "It's weird, like... can't get hold of anyone weird."

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ocassionally, Toby had been known to use his telepathy for things like girlfriend-radar.

"Hey," he greeted, wandering in and flopping on the couch beside her. "Those for sharing?"sm

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't think so?" Toby frowned. "They don't sound familiar. What are they about?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Toby slid over, a bit of a grin forming on his lips. "That does kinda sound familiar, huh?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Toby wrinkled his nose at her. "I don't know about that," he grumbled.