http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2012-02-15 07:43 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.

It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.

With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.

Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.

[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2012-02-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Butters," Freddie said. "He's a cool kid, and knows just as much about trains as any of my old Training Bros friends in Seattle. And hey, you never know when knowing how many rivets are on a sixty-four Trudge Master might save the world."

The answer was actually quite knowable. And that answer was 'never'.

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2012-02-16 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I can hope," Freddie said with a chuckle. "Otherwise I'm just the biggest nub at the school." He shrugged, actually okay with that label.

"Last time stuff got weird, I wasn't exactly mister save-the-day."

No, he'd gotten himself vanished from existence trying to win an argument.

[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com 2012-02-16 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," Freddie said. "Well, if you ever need any train knowledge, you know where to go. I think I might go, like, get some fresh air."