fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room

Dorothy arrived in the common room on her way back from the library. Still reading her big thick history book, she settled in on a sofa. After a moment, she looked up from her book at the television. It was off, as she'd not turned it on. For a moment she looked down at her book, then back at the television. After a moment of mental debate, she set her book to one side and rummaged about for the remote control.

Upon finding it she went through some trial and error in finding the correct buttons to turn it on, then to change the channel. She pressed a random assortment of numbers to arrive at a channel, deciding chance would be the best place to start with seeing exactly what programming was to be found. To her pleasure, the program seemed to be educational, a group of men and a ginger-haired woman experimenting with science to test strange stories. She made herself more comfortable and watched, enraptured by the flickering images.

[ooc: Open common room! She's watching Mythbusters, of course.]

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"Lu lu lu," sang Butters as he drifted into the common room. "I've got some apples. Lu lu lu--"

But the song cut off as he looked around him and a big smile spread across his face. "Yes!" he said. "Waa-hooo! It's the right common room, oh boy!" There was a little bit of a jig, and then he whistled as he drifted over to an empty spot on the couch. He wiggled into place, settling back with a deep sigh of relief.

"Ahhhhhh!" he said, to no one in particularly. "Home sweet home."

Dorothy gave the boy a big smile. "That was a pretty song," she complimented. "But is there such a thing as the wrong common room?"

She'd hate to think she'd been intruding when she'd visited others.

Butters couldn't help smiling a little at the compliment; not very many people really commented on his singing. "Gee, thanks!" he said happily. "And sure there is, when you're trying to get to this common room and it turns up you walk into a different one instead. That happens to me a lot, so it's always kinda excitin' when I do make it into this one! H-Hey, I don't think I've seen you around much, are you on this floor, too?"

Dorothy nodded. "I am," she said. "I live on this floor, with Loki. My name is Dorothy. Dorothy Gale." She still had the smile on her face. "And I prefer to think that when I end up somewhere other than where I intended, it just means I was meant to be where I end up. It's an adventure."

"Yeah, it usually is a lot of fun, around here," said Butters. "But I still kind of like it when I want to go into the second floor common room and I wind up there! Doesn't happen a whole lot, so I feel real happy when it does. And I'm Butters. Butters Stotch. I live on this floor, too, with Sam."

"That's a very nice name," Dorothy said with an acknowledging nod. "So this makes us neighbors. I don't know if I've met Sam, though. Is he nice?"

Gee, she complimented his singing and his name, and that definitely never happened! Of course, Dorothy was a girl, so Butters knew to be a little cautious, because odds were that she had an ulterior motive lurking behind all that niceness. Best proceed with caution.

"Oh, sure," he said. "He's real nice, even if I think he smokes pot because he sure listens to a lot of Pink Floyd and has a skateboard. I don't think I've met Loki, either. Is she nice?"

"Well, Loki's not a she," Dorothy said. "I know, I could hardly believe it when I found out myself. But so far he's not been impolite or anything untoward. He's actually a god, which I think must be part of that."

She also had no idea what Pink Floyd, pot, or skateboards were, but she'd get around to asking about that in good time.

"A god of what?" asked Butters, who was just seconds from saying something silly like of not bein' a she, but stopped himself just in the nick of time.

"Oh, mischief," Dorothy said with a knowledgeable nod. "Which strikes me as almost odd since he hasn't done any mischief that I've noticed. But that possibly means he's just that good at it, that I've not noticed."

"Mischief, huh?" asked Butters, a thought sparking in his head that caused him to narrow his eyes slightly and stroke his chin. There was one thing that went well with mischief and that was...chaos...

"I think I must meet this Loki fellow," he decided, with the hatchings of a conspiracy starting in his head.

"Oh, absolutely," Dorothy said. "He's as new as I am, so I'm sure he'd like to make as many friends as possible."

She turned for a moment to watch the TV as they made something explode. Her eyes lit up like a pinball machine rewarding an extra ball. "Oh my," she said.

It was quite the well-timed explosion, going off right as Butters reached the peak of his chaotic musings, and so he let out a laugh that he really didn't have much control of, as if he himself had caused the destruction.

"Mwa ha ha ha ha!" he chortled, and then seemed to have caught himself, clearing his throat. "I-I mean, w-wow! That sure was a big one, wasn't it? These guys, they sure know how to make things explode, don't they?"

"They certainly do," Dorothy said, somewhat worried by that laugh. At least it wasn't a mad cackle. "Do they do this often? Certainly it would cost so much to destroy things if they did it regularly."

She was still learning, that Dorothy Gale.

"Oh, sure, they do it all the time!" said Butters happily. "That's the whole point of the show, is provin' that all these things that people say can be blown up actually can be! They do it because they're professionals and it's a whole lot safer if they try it then if we go an' do it ourselves, because they know what they're doin'."

"Oh, well as long as they're professionals," Dorothy said, wondering why 'professional explosionist' was never an option back in her time. "I wish I knew more about all the science they're using. Though they are doing a very good job of explaining it."

She paused. "This is all very new to me, I should explain."

"That's probably a good thing," said Butters with a laugh. "I mean, I'd be a little worried if y-you had lots of experience in blowin' up dummies and cars and things!"

"Oh, I meant the television," Dorothy said. "Though I've never exploded anything. I've done other things, but never explosions."

She thought on that for a second. "No, never explosions." She added an emphatic nod.

Second Floor Common Room | Wednesday Evening

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