Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had almost- almost actually smiled when he'd woken up this morning only to find he wasn't in the camp anymore. No, he was back at that strange school the other-him apparently attended.

Which was why the almost smile, because he knew from experience that this was only going to last a couple of days before he was back at the Alamo.

Still, might as well make the most of it, right? So he was puttering around the kitchenette, trying to find something to eat that required a minimum of preparation. And then maybe there would be some television to watch. He hadn't watched TV in forever.

[ooc: Bobby Drake is now the House of M version, and this common room is now the open version!]

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[trigons_child]

Raven had been working her way down the dorm floors and finally found someone in the third floor common room. She recognized the boy there from the pictures on the other!Raven's phone, though she wasn't sure of his name.

"Hi," she said cautiously.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby gave a startled little twitch at the greeting, looking over at the new arrival. After a moment, he seemed to come to a decision and offered a tentative smile, tilting his head to indicate the boxes of cereal he'd scrounged up. Did she want any?

[trigons_child]

"Thanks," Raven said. She was hungry, after all. And the boy seemed twitchy but not a threat.

She furtively consulted the phone (and how this thing was a phone she couldn't possibly comprehend) and checked the "call log" and found a picture of this boy's face beside the name "Bobby."

"You're Bobby, right?" she said.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Debbie's eyes flicked over the girl, and she immediately began stereotyping assessing. Blonde. Shy. Probably a virgin.

"What's your story, then?"

[trigons_child]

Raven glanced over at Debbie. "Woke up here this morning, wherever here is," she said. "You?"

[abitlowkey]

Loki had woken up in a strange room this morning, had the briefest of thoughts that it was Asgard and then remembered his tragic obnoxious little shit actions that lead up to his falling from the rainbow bridge to Midgard.

Possibly cried a little. But that was manly crying. Manly crying.

And so, he was prepared to find what these humans were doing. And if he could rule them all. As they were made to be. "Hello," he finally said after all that narrative.

[longislandiceme]

Well, at least he was slightly more prepared for an interruption and didn't startle this time. Loki got a nod of acknowledgement in return for his greeting.

[abitlowkey]

Loki stared at him expectantly for a moment. Or two. Possibly three.

"Are you mute?"

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Male. Possibly the tortured variety. More importantly, male.

"Hello yourself, love," Debbie purred.

Subtle.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

You just had to be on the same floor on which Annie woke up this morning, didn't you? Because that meant everyone here got treated to the little redheaded girl coming in, followed quickly by musical accompaniment.

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way!

And then she exited the common room and went on her way.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Nice to have a little music to start the morning, isn't it?" Shatner asked nobody in particular. Possibly the baby. "Too bad that was way too much music."

That didn't even really work as an insult in Shatner's mind, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from thinking it. He'd just be careful not to say it out loud.

Which he did.

[longislandiceme]

What the heck was that?

"...What?" Bobby just kind of stared at the spot where Annie had been only moments ago.

[abitlowkey]

"..." Seriously, Annie. Seriously.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Debbie stared after the girl in horror.

"We're doing singing now?!"

Debbie didn't know how to sing. How was she supposed to top that?

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Now that Shatner was away from that horrible mind-reader (who wasn't reading his mind), he took the psychically powered (not actually) baby (droid) he found (was assigned) in that strange room he woke up in (his own) and fled to the nearest public room he could find. He clearly just needed coffee. He just needed to wake up more.

"Good morning, everyone! How's the coffee today?" he asked. "And are any of you marks I can unload this baby onto?" He also asked that in nearly the same tone, just a tad more dramatically. But he thought it was internal narrative. As you do.

[longislandiceme]

Annnnd now the staring that had been directed at Annie's retreating form had a new target.

"Coffee's hot," Bobby offered, because it was the first thing that came to mind after '...What?' and he'd done that one already.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Sounds great to me! Hey, say, do you want to hold this baby for a minute while I pour myself some of that great-sounding hot coffee?" Shatner asked. "And while you're holding the baby, I'm going to run away. A foolproof plan!"

Poor baby It wasn't paying much attention. He was watching the TV.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"No, no, no way," Debbie said to the boy holding a baby. "S'why I make 'em wear rubbers, yeah? You knocked her up, you keep the baby yerself."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Henry stared in amazement at... there were pictures on the radio! "Holy smokes!"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby just glanced up from his cereal and gave Henry a questioning look. It was just television. Nothing too special about that.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

If you were coming from before World War I? Yes, it was special. But... no one else was fazed by it. "Scout's honor, I have never seen anything like that before," Henry said. Clearly, this was more than just another summer camp.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Debbie, of course, decided the compliments were intended for her.

"Thanks, luv," she said easily. "I did think the flower really made the top zing."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

The pretty girl got a smile. "I'm terribly sorry, miss, but I wasn't actually talking about your blouse."

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Some of her fellow sixth-formers were lounging about one of the student rooms. Of course they would all notice when she swept in. Debbie was a sexual tsunami. It was hard for people not to react to her, especially not in her eye-catching gorgeous hand-crafted dresses.

She sprawled onto an open seat, fully aware that every eye was on her. Where else would they be?

"So," she announced, lazily. "I've nearly finished chapter three of my book."

(NOTE: I swear I'm not modding; Deb just narrates that everyone is drooling all over her even when it's perfectly clear they aren't. Also, the dresses are trashiness personified.)

[longislandiceme]

Well, she wasn't wrong: Bobby's eyes were on her. Although more out of suspicion than desire. He didn't say anything, but his expression very much telegraphed 'what book>?'