Third Floor Common Room | Wednesday Afternoon | 5/16

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Thelma Bates had settled in to the common room with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, and a small white dry-erase board next to her with a marker, just in case. With the TV tuned to a marathon of Bitterwoman, she actually felt rather at home.

"You know," she said, mainly just talking to herself, "I've always wondered why this show hasn't been remade with some sexy new star or something. Not that you should remake the classics, just a thought I've had."

She really needed to learn to stop talking to herself.

[ooc: Open CR is open.]

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This wasn't Atton's common room, but he wasn't planning to let that get in the habit of stopping him when he was bored.

"Maybe if they do whatever this is again they can make the outfits skimpier," he announced as he passed by on his (bored) way down.

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Oh hey, someone who could, at least, hear her. "Do they really need to be skimpier?" Thelma said, greeting the boy with a little wave. "I mean, it's not as if they're chaste as it is. There's just enough... mystique to it, right now. The last thing we want is a Bitterwoman in tight vinyl pants."

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Atton? Not so sure what vinyl was, but he got the gist.

"I don't know," he mused. "Tight pants sounds like it could make this a whole lot more enjoyable."

He hadn't seen more than a minute of it.

Still, that was apparently enough cause to waltz on in and crash down a couple of seats away from Thelma.

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"Oi, there's an implication there that this isn't already plenty enjoyable," Thelma said, mock-indignant. "Those would be fighting words, if I thought you actually meant them. Because obviously you've just not been properly educated in the enjoyment of the show."

She smiled. "Though comments like that do tend to make me very reluctant to share my popcorn."

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"Popcorn's the snack thing, right," Atton said, nodding at it. "Convince me about the show, I'll think about it."

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"You don't know what popcorn is?" Thelma said, thinking that a little odd. "Were you raised in some strange foreign country where the entire economy is based around goats or something?"

Yes, that was Thelma's vision of backwards country. Goats.

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"What's a goat?" Atton asked.

It was possible he was just messing at her at this point.

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"Furry thing, bleats a lot, has horns?" Thelma said, sticking her hands to her head with just her pointer fingers extended. "I understand it makes milk which some use to make cheese. Personally, I prefer cow's milk. And the cheese it makes. Though that might not be a good enough explanation."

She shrugged. "You really don't know what a goat is, either?"

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He did, actually. Just figured they stuck to weird, backwater places.

Atton shrugged. "I'm not from your galaxy," he said. "But you don't see me making fun of all your backwards technology."

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"...Okay, point," Thelma said, after a moment of consideration. "I hadn't actually thought of that as a possibility. And I'm only tentatively taking you at your word, there. I mean, just because a girl's intimately acquainted with the undead and all manner of supernatural slimeballs doesn't mean she's ready to start believing in little green men. Not that you're little or green, mind. Just an expression."

Sorry, Atton. Thelma tended to yak a bit.

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"Hey, I can tell you, there's nothing little about me," Atton assured her.

Barking up the wrong tree, Atton.

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In more ways than one.

"Oh is that so?" Thelma said, unable to resist the urge to poke a little at that. "I can't possibly ask you to prove that, so I'll have to take your word. But I do hope that means you've got giant man-nipples."

And then she just snickered into her hand.

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Atton's arms crossed in front of his... upper... chest for no reason at all, dammit.

"That is not what I meant," he said. "Wow, you think you're funny, don't you?"

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"I have the advantage of knowing I'm funny," Thelma said. "And it doesn't matter how big or small your nipples are, you're flirting with exactly the wrong girl."

She figured being up front after that reaction might be best.

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"Who said anything about flirting?" Atton retorted.

You did, Atton. Or at least you were really unsubtle about it. "I was just making conversation. About this show we're supposed to be watching."

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"Look, it's not personal," Thelma stressed. "So you don't have to be all wounded. I just happen to be both dead and gay, so we're on entirely different teams, here. Figuratively speaking."

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"...You're awfully chatty for a dead person."

Excuse Atton for not having this figured out yet.

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"Why thank you," Thelma said, nonchalantly. "I'm a ghost, if that helps you understand any of it. And I'm here to haunt this room. Forever."

Hey, she had to have a little fun, here.