4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[ultron_junior]

The food channel was already on when Victor made it to the common room. He was thinking vaguely about the classes he had the next day, though he kept getting distracted wondering if his download of the latest season of Perambulating Corpses was complete yet.

But once he really looked at the TV, he realized it contained a greater horror than zombies. A large man with bleached blond hair was expressing manic appreciation of a deep-fried cheddar curd sandwich topped with gravy and served with a side of sauerkraut.

Apparently, the mess was a breakfast food in ... some corner of America Victor didn't want to go to. He'd eat a lot of things, but he drew the line at that much gravy before 10 a.m.

But he couldn't change the channel. The hyper dude had promised to show him something called chocolate cheesecake waffles next, and he needed to find out what that was.

[OOC: Open common room with Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives playing.]

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[arsenicmauls]

"Well, it's an improvement over exercise," Gert evaluated from the doorway. That had been on the TV a few nights ago and she still hadn't recovered. "Mind if I sit?"

[ultron_junior]

"Free common room," Victor said, after just the slightest nervous little pause. "You can even change the channel once he tells me what chocolate cheesecake waffles are."

[arsenicmauls]

"Just to know, or are you planning on making them?" Shut up, they sounded good.

[ultron_junior]

"To know," Victor said quickly. "Me and cooking ... doesn't really happen."

[arsenicmauls]

"I guess I can endure," Gert conceded. "I'm willing to bet chocolate and cheesecake are involved."

Spoilers!

[ultron_junior]

"Yeah, but is it like bits of cheesecake in the waffle, or is it cheesecake with a waffle crust, or what?" Victor wondered. "The possibilities are endless."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

This wasn't her Common Room, but Kate was bored and hoping to find something to do. Because if she didn't, she'd have to go online to read forums, and that was too pathetic.

"...do you think people actually eat that?" she asked, attention fully fixed on the atrocity on the screen.

[ultron_junior]

"Maybe if they weigh five hundred pounds?" Victor offered. "Or in Wisconsin. Pretty sure all the food there has cheese in it."

His eyes lingered over the girl for the slightest moment before he smiled; she did look familiar, but he'd never seen her in civilian clothes before. Especially in Fandom, it was hard to say if the resemblance was more than a coincidence.

"I'm Victor," he added, off-handedly. "Hi."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"Ew. Remind me never to go to Wisconsin. Between the cheese and porn, I couldn't cope."

"Victor?" she repeated with a smile. Differing timelines she'd picked up on, but odd resemblances, she'd not been introduced to. "Hey. I'm Kate. What are you doing on this side of the country?"

Okay, hopefully he'd met her and didn't decide she was crazy stalker girl.

[ultron_junior]

"About the same thing you are," Victor said, grin widening. "School. You're the first person here who's known me, by the way. Thanks for proving I'm not delusional. How's New York?"

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"I'd say delusions of grandeur, but I've seen where you guys used to hang out," teased the girl whose team had called a ruined warehouse base. "It's - you know, typical New York. Filled with invaders and people in spandex."

[ultron_junior]

"Hey, we have a Malibu beach house now," Victor informed her. "Total class. And yeah, that sounds ... New Yorky."

He still wanted to live there.

"LA has white supremacists and zombies. Nothing too exciting."

[arsenicmauls]

"Middle America," Gert assured her. "Trust me."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"You have a lot of experience there?" Kate asked.

[arsenicmauls]

"Just taking a guess," Gert replied. "Can't see a restaurant like that lasting too long in LA, though."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"Or New York. Unless it was a food truck and the 'hot new thing' for a week," she agreed. "But beyond that..."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Oh god, I hate this guy," Olive groused, making a face at the TV. "Dude's never heard of an inside voice."

[ultron_junior]

"I know," Victor said apologetically. "I just want to know what a chocolate cheesecake waffle is so I can change the channel but I think he's going to talk to the old lady about her gravy recipe for like another 20 minutes first."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"And then eventually I guarantee he's going to say that the waffle is 'money.'" Olive wandered in, taking a seat beside him. "Who says that?"

[ultron_junior]

"People who stepped out of 1998," Victor guessed. "Maybe all the hair bleach kind of burned out the language centers in his brain, and now" -- he made finger quotes -- "'money.'"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I refuse to pity him, even if that is the case," Olive decided, "because he has like seven TV shows and I have zero. Unfair."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"Also he's eating fried cheese curds so clearly can't be trusted," Kate said, making a face.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I can always see the wisdom in frying anything," Olive offered. "But this just seems like it's for sport. I'd more go for his sunglasses being on the back of his head being a reason not to trust him."

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

"I'll take that too," she decided. "He's on TV. Is there no one who can take the sunglasses from him and just tell him no?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I'm guessing that if someone was going to do that, they'd have started with the hair," Olive sighed. "He's like a middle-aged Backstreet Boy reject."