http://craftyladyparts.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2012-09-12 08:02 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Jessica walked into the common room to... Um. To. Crud. To do something. She walked into the common room to... do... something. But now she was standing by the doorway because she completely blanked on what she was coming here to do. Watch something on TV? She wasn't hungry, so it wasn't food related. Did she forget something in there? She was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

She turned to walk out of the room when she was struck by inspiration. She was in here for... Damn. She lost it the second she walked back into the room.

Screw it. Whatever. She was just going to have a seat, turn on the TV - the stupid Extreme Musical Chairs Game Show That Sounds Like Cursing was on and, well, sometimes you had to watch train wrecks like Oh Sit! - and wait for the universe to reveal why the hell she was there in the first place. Even if it did mean she was going to impatiently look around to see what she missed like every five seconds.

[OOC: Last week when [livejournal.com profile] dirtiest_skank asked me for CR prompts, this was rejected for the Spanish DNC. So I'm using it now. Because I had something else in mind but couldn't remember what it was.

And just so there's no confusion, Oh Sit! is an actual show on the CW. I DON'T KNOW HOW. All I know about it comes from that link.]

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"What is this?" Olive asked, somewhere between fascinated and horrified as she wandered in.

That seemed to be her usual reaction to the television, here.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"It can't be worse than Deal or No Deal," Olive pointed out. "Apparently all it takes to entertain people is a bunch of suitcases. Or chairs. Our country's entertainment really needs to look at its life and look at its choices."

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Well. There was only one thing to do, when presented with this scenario.

"We should apply to be contestants."

Obviously.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It could," Olive argued. "People are dumb. And we're increasing viewership right now."

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"How about 'credited,'" Olive tried, going for a compromise.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"How about I just agree to take responsibility, so that when we appear on everyone's TV they'll know to go, 'Oh, awesome, it's Jessica and Olive, look how great they look! It's so wonderful Olive thought to make sure this happened for them!' And then they'd cheer on for us to sit down."

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I would say we could boycott that part but um, I don't half-ass things," Olive assured her. "If we're going on this show we are going to sit like crazy. Like there's money at stake. Because there is."

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"College money," Olive declared. "I mean, that's what Wheel of Fortune does for teenagers. They'd probably just pay our college tuition."

Provided they, like, majored in sitting.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, we're seeing it now," Olive pointed out. "So don't say that. There'd probably be a common room of people here screaming at the screen and willing us to win."

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Toby stood in the doorway for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with this show.

Musical chairs, apparently.

"The hell?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Toby said with a nod. Even though it seemed to him like she was more invested in this show than she wanted to admit.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" Toby tilted his head and gave her a curious look. "How's that, uh. Working out for you?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Or maybe it was your destiny to come in here and watch this," Toby mused. It probably wasn't. That'd be kind of a crap destiny.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"It does seem like a pretty lame one," Toby had to agree.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"And then you can be the subject of a romantic comedy, thus completing the cycle," Toby said triumphantly.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't want a TV show based on your life?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"No, but my life's not very exciting. I mean, Canadian high school student at an American boarding school? Probably not that unusual."

Telepathic paramedic-slash-police-consultant, on the other hand...

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Musical chairs, Toby. Musical chairs," Olive told him. "Musical goddamn chairs on TV."

That was all she had.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't believe this is what television has come to," Toby said sadly. "I mean, whatever happened to, like, You Can't Do That On Television? Or Video & Arcade?"

...Toby. Toby. Your 90s were showing.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"What's that?" asked she who was born in 1992. "Are they foreign or something, like the stupid cactibear?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey." Toby frowned at her. "Hey now. Don't talk smack about the Cactibear. And they're Canadian." Which wasn't really foreign, okay?

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"So foreign," Olive said, fully embracing the whole ugly American thing. "Are they, like, in French?"

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Toby made a face at her. "That was Telefrancais." Also known as the only Francophone program most Anglo kids ever watched. And even then only because they had to.

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Je ne parle pas francais," Olive told him. "That's how much I know. Right there. That and the Lady Marmalade lyrics."

How proud you must be, Olive.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I can... read the back of a cereal box," Toby admitted. "And ask a pineapple if it's talking to me. Which has come in handy exactly zero times."

Though in Fandom, who knew?

[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Are Canadian cereal boxes in French?" Olive asked, just a hair pityingly. How weird and sad.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2012-09-13 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"No, they're bilingual," Toby corrected. "Fun fact: Canada has two official languages."