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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Just back from a holiday in New York (in which she slightly stalked Peter's family and friends when she wasn't spending time in meetings at the Triskelion, although it was in the spirit of Christmas), Jessica made her way to the common room tonight where she could just kind of be out in the open. With people, if any were around. People who weren't going to ask her countless questions about interdimensional travel. That part was important.

There was one slight hitch, though. That was obvious the second Jessica saw a gremlin delivering a flying elbow drop from the couch to another gremlin on the ground. "Great. I'm away for two days and things go more Crazy Town than normal." And then she had to sidestep before the gremlins barreled into her leg while shoving each other around. When they bounced off the wall, she rushed to the kitchenette and hopped easily into a seating position on a counter. She could make popcorn from here, and she could also watch the gremlins go at it. Maybe if she watched carefully enough, she might pick up a trick or two on how to take one down, in case she ever needed it.

She did take a moment to write out a note saying "WARNING: GREMLIN FIGHT IN PROGRESS!" that she stuck to the door frame from a distance via a method that was not broadcastable. Common roomer beware.

[OOC: Open, naturally!]

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"Cool, gremlin fight!"

It was best not to ask why Topher had just been wandering around two floors up from his room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. In any event, he held the bowl out to Jessica as he flopped down on the couch. He was feeling generous today.

"So it's 'Cool, gremlin fight?'" Jessica checked, taking a small handful of popcorn. "Not, 'What? Gremlin fight?' Or 'Aaaaaah! Gremlin fight!'"

"I have more popcorn popping in the microwave, by the way."

"Mine's better," Topher said despite not having anywhere near sufficient information about Jessica's popcorn to draw an educated scientific conclusion. "And yes. Gremlins fighting is cool. Because they're mean and sometimes reduce two cool, intelligent people to bickering over who killed a bunch of fake alligators."

He spoke from sad, sad experience.

"... Mine's popping. There's no point of comparison yet," Jessica pointed out. "And what's this about fake alligators?"

Yeah, but look how awesome this popcorn was! See the pretend satisfaction Topher was getting from enjoying it? (Actually, he was beginning to suspect that Jessica's would probably be better. A lot of his was burnt.)

"One time Tony Stark and I got bitten by gremlins and we wound up screaming in the snow thinking we were failed zookeepers."

"Wait, I thought you said the people who were bit were cool," Jessica teased. "Or is that just because of the snow?"

"Excuse you, I am extremely cool in all climates," Topher informed her. "I'm a sarcastic genius who knows how how to make popcorn. That's like the height of badassery."

"Okay, from one sarcastic popcorn genius to another, I have to say that it's not," Jessica said. "I'd like for it to be, I really would. But it really isn't."

The 'genius' part was news to Topher, but that was because he tended to assume that that was a title reserved just for him. Or if he had to share it, it certainly wasn't with girls. It was terribly sad that Fandom was disproving this happy, happy illusion. "So are you saying you're not cool?" he countered. "That would kind of make sense..."

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"Sorry, Topher, but I'm saying that neither of us are," Jessica said. "Tony has the money and the press, so he escapes our fate. People like us need tattoos or cars to rise up."

"...Is any kind of tattoo acceptable?" Topher wondered. "I may actually still be in the running."

No, Topher. Galaxy Quest tattoos were not cool.

"I was mostly thinking tattoos like Cade has," Jessica said. "Why? What do you have?"

Topher gave that a moment's thought, determined that his tattoo was exactly as cool as Cade's, and set his popcorn bowl down on the table before rolling up one pant leg slightly to display the tattoo of the serial number of the Galaxy Quest ship on his ankle.

"I got it with Kenzi after like a billion jello shots one time. Drunk-me has pretty awesome taste, right?"

.......No.

"No, Topher," Jessica said. "But the important thing is that you enjoy it."

"And that it's cool," Topher reminded her. "That's also important."

"In that case, you'll be disappointed," Jessica said, giving a 'there there' pat on the shoulder.

Topher was not to be deterred so easily. "What if we bet on the gremlins and whoever sponsors the winner gets to be cool?" he suggested. "Successful gamblers are kind of cool, right?"

"In a high stakes poker game, maybe," Jessica said. "Picking which little green creature is going to do the most damage to the other little green creature when I'm pretty sure neither one is going to stop anyway? That ends up being kind of sad."

"Do gremlins even play poker?"

Not the point, Topher. Not. The point.

"...That would make a good Youtube series, you know."

"If you want to teach them the intricacies of card games, be my guest," Jessica said. "But something tells me you'll have more fake alligators in your future if you try that."

"Sure, if you're up to playing the part of Tony's crazy zookeeper alter ego," Topher said. "Actually, no. I feel like that'd be even less fun than last time."

"Hey, I wasn't volunteering to get mixed up with your gremlin shenanigans," Jessica said. "I'm happy with me and them on opposite sides of the room."

"That's smarter," Topher sighed. "I guess the gremlins-playing-poker movie will have to be animated." So sad.

"Don't tell me you dabble in animation, too," Jessica said. "Because if you can draw half as well as you make popcorn, well, then you make popcorn twice as well as you can draw, and that's not nothing."

"And you can do fractions in your head," Topher applauded. "But no, I was just gonna ask someone to do it for me. Because... gremlins playing poker."

"One of my many skills," Jessica said. "And I still think you're overselling the appeal of the Gremlin Poker Challenge, but I'm curious to see how far you take it before you see that I'm right."

"It is very unlikely that I'll let you be right," Topher said, offering Jessica a sympathetic shoulder-pat. "But you can dream."

"I don't need to dream here. I just have to show up and see what happens," Jessica said. "The hard part is all on you."

"Do I get to be cool if I prove you wrong?" he wanted to know. "Because that's incentive."

Apparently he was going to keep pushing this issue.

"It's possible, but not likely," Jessica decided.

"Yes!" Topher cheered, pumping a fist into the air. "Remote but positive probability, I can work with."

Those low standards were going to get him really far in life. Or... dead.

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