2nd Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

[pursuedthestars]

Jim had brushed today's class off about ten minutes after he'd left the classroom. It was ten questions, pointless in the grand scheme of things, and Jim wasn't going to let ten questions put him inside some kind of box.

Tomorrow, he'd planned on finally getting out and seeing what this little island had to offer. Maybe he'd hit up that bar Cade had mentioned to see what was the what there. Tonight, he was staying in and spending some time in the common room.

Feet up and head pillowed by the cushions, he'd already fallen into a habit of flipping through channels to find something interesting. Television during this time period was all kinda...lacking.

Eventually, Jim stopped on some movie when an explosion caught his eye and switched his attention to the apple he'd taken from the fridge. After taking his first bite, Jim decided the apple was much more entertaining than the movie.

[Open place, open common room]

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[dollpocalypse]

"Oooh, explosions." And just like that, there was a Topher settling on the couch with a bag of chips.

"This any good?" he asked with a nod toward the TV.

[pursuedthestars]

"Yeah, I'm captivated," Jim said, voice dry. His attention wasn't anywhere near the television. He'd glanced over at Topher and then gone back to eating his apple.

Hey, he was getting his allotment of fruit for the day.

"It's amazing."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

Ulrik had come to the common room in search of food. Food that someone else had recently prepared, preferably, although he'd take pre-packaged snacks just as gladly.

Like this bag of Oreos.

"You look decidedly unimpressed," he noted.

[pursuedthestars]

"It's taken me five minutes to realize that television in the past -- present -- whatever is boring," Jim explained, glancing up at Ulrik. "It's very disappointing. Where's all the good stuff? Did I miss it?"

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," Ulrik admitted. "I'm from the seventeenth century, myself."

A very special version of the seventeenth century that actually did have television (in a handful of cities, at least), but the programming was still somewhat limited.

[pursuedthestars]

"You're from the past?" Jim asked, actually looking and sounding interested. "I mean, well, this is the past for me but you're from the waaaaay past. You look remarkably good for your age."

That was a joke.

"What's your opinion of this stuff?" Jim asked, waving a hand at the television. "In general, not what I stopped on right here."

[dollpocalypse]

"Hey, some crappy movies have entertainment value," Topher pointed out, picking up on the sarcasm there. "This one might rank."

Unless it was SyFy. Then there was no hope.

[pursuedthestars]

"Rank what?" Jim wondered, glancing over at Topher again. "Lamer than lame on the lame scale."

That was a pretty lame statement but Jim didn't care.

[dollpocalypse]

"...Nicely done there," Topher said dryly, because yeah, good job there, Jim. "Basically there's crappy-crappy and then there's crappy-awesome. This could still be either."

[pursuedthestars]

"Crappy awesome?" Jim asked, holding back on his argument due to wondering how this kid was going to explain that. "Okay, I'll bite. What makes something crappy and awesome?"

[robinonadderall]

This wasn't his floor but Stiles could make a living off of showing up at places he had no business being. "Please tell me there's more than fruit in the fridge."

[dollpocalypse]

"Like, terrible enough to have entertainment value." There were really universes where those movies didn't exist? Gasp. "Ever seen SyFy? The channel, I mean."

[pursuedthestars]

"No. I'm from the future. Like way in the future," he said by way of explanation. He'd figured out that he really didn't look like someone from centuries in the future so he was just being forthright with it now.

[pursuedthestars]

"Sure there is," Jim said, looking up. "Lots of food in there...if you wanna get fat."

[dollpocalypse]

"Awesome." Ahem. "Space, fad science with flying cars and stuff, or dystopia? Or none of the above, I guess."

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, look at me, I could stand to gain some weight," Stiles said, heading over to the fridge. "A light breeze could knock me over."

[dollpocalypse]

"Oh, god," Topher declared. "My chips are no longer safe."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

Ulrik snickered. "Thank you. I think." He tilted his head, considering the question. "It's a little complicated, actually- my world's had a significant amount of contact with up-time technology due to a... well, I suppose 'natural disaster' is really the only way to put it." He shrugged. "Regarding the technology itself: some consider it akin to sorcery or the work of the devil. Me, I find it- well, fascinating, for the most part. And as for the actual entertainment it provides... some of it is questionable indeed. But then, I've seen many truly awful plays and operas and the like back down-time as well."

[pursuedthestars]

Well, he had a point there. Jim guessed the could inhale a few pizzas and still be okay.

"I'll take back my statement because I do see some truth in your words," Jim allowed with a half smile. "Did they not feed you back home? I've seen birds who look stronger than you."

[pursuedthestars]

"Space but Earth's still around," Jim provided. "It hasn't blown up or been wiped out by a virus or whatever other theories people in this time think might happen."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I don't actually need to finish the entire bag of these myself," Ulrik said with a dramatic sigh, gesturing at the bag of Oreos he'd claimed earlier.

[pursuedthestars]

"So, you're from an upgraded past," Jim remarked, sounding interested. "What kinda natural disaster? Earthquake? Snowstorm?"

[robinonadderall]

"Depends on what kind of chips they are," Stiles joked. "I'll fight you for salt and vinegar ones."

That fight would last all of two minutes and end with tears on both sides.

[dollpocalypse]

"It's always space." Topher, don't be jealous. "Lucky."

[serial-quitter.livejournal.com]

Ryan was in a slightly grumpy mood after her first class. She only came to the common room to get a glass of milk. But she figured that the movie (not to mention a common room full of boys) might be better than dwelling on how things went earlier today.

"Is the movie any good?" she asked.