Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

It had been a long day, at the end of a long weekend, at the end of a long week, and so on. So Bruce was pleased enough to take it easy for a night and head to the common room. But that was just a cover for something he really wanted to test.

When Bruce made his contributions to remembering everything back into existence, he cheated in one area and changed one small detail in the dorms. Bruce turned the television on and flipped channels freely.

He won.

That - and the overall return of Fandom, his home reality, his cave, and apparently all other realities - meant that he was even willing to compromise from his habit of watching true crime documentaries by watching a stupid-looking Christmas movie about a con. Why not? Twas the season, after all.

[OOC: TAKE THAT, TV! Ahem. The common room is open, naturally.]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Well. "You weren't," Wesley said helpfully.

THANK YOU, WESLEY.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Good." A beat, a tiny smile. "So ... you got through it okay? Didn't get zapped like me?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you were--?" That was something to maybe consider before trivializing it, Wes. "No, I was, ah, I was fine. But you're all right now?"

Obviously.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Seem to be, yeah," Quinn said. "Bruce says you guys kind of remembered me back to life. Well, me and everything else."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, it was mostly you," Wesley teased. "It was really quite a project."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"One day for the rest of creation, six days for Quinn Fabray?" Quinn teased. "Somehow I'm completely fine with that."