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fandomhighdorms2012-11-18 05:00 pm
nottrivial) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-11-18 05:00 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
Alec wasn't thrilled that he appeared to be running in slow motion this weekend. Since he didn't listen to radio as a rule, and especially not on the day of the week that it made the least sense (i.e., today), he wasn't sure what was going on, except that if the loud noises from other rooms was anything to go by, he didn't seem to be the only person afflicted.
Whatever that meant.
So he and his slowness and his newfound math skills made their way to the common room, where he settled disgruntledly on the couch and turned on the TV to the first channel that came up.
Which, it turned out, was a game show on which the contestants stood in a circle, were quizzed on trivia, and got dropped through a hole in the floor whenever they got something wrong. Alec didn't understand the point of the show at all, but he was having a weirdly easy time answering all the questions, and found himself rattling the answers off aloud right before the people on the show got them wrong.
"Three hundred twenty-four and two-ninths," he recited, just as the person on the screen complained, "What is wrong with you?" to the woman asking the questions and shrieked as she was dropped through the floor.
Bizarre.
Whatever that meant.
So he and his slowness and his newfound math skills made their way to the common room, where he settled disgruntledly on the couch and turned on the TV to the first channel that came up.
Which, it turned out, was a game show on which the contestants stood in a circle, were quizzed on trivia, and got dropped through a hole in the floor whenever they got something wrong. Alec didn't understand the point of the show at all, but he was having a weirdly easy time answering all the questions, and found himself rattling the answers off aloud right before the people on the show got them wrong.
"Three hundred twenty-four and two-ninths," he recited, just as the person on the screen complained, "What is wrong with you?" to the woman asking the questions and shrieked as she was dropped through the floor.
Bizarre.