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?"

[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]

"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."

[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."

[arsenicmauls]

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

[arsenicmauls]

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

[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]

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

[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."

[arsenicmauls]

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

Spoilers!

[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]

"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]

"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.

[hawkeye-too.livejournal.com]

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

[arsenicmauls]

"Guess we'll see," Gert said dryly, claiming a spot on the couch to witness the super-exciting showdown.

"So. You and Karolina know each other in the future or something?"

Ah, subtle conversation-starters. Weren't they grand?

[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.'"

[arsenicmauls]

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

[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]

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

[ultron_junior]

It was a good thing Victor didn't have a drink, or he would have choked. "Yeah," he said. "So, um ... you guys found each other."

Genius-level IQ, right here.

[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]

"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."

[arsenicmauls]

"Wouldn't last," Gert agreed. "Probably for the best."

Because really.

"That where you're from? New York?"

[arsenicmauls]

"Yeah," Gert sighed. It... hadn't gone well. "She mentioned you knew her. She doing okay in the future?"

Even if Gert was pissed at her, it seemed like the thing to ask. Even if it added a certain level of fridge horror to this conversation.

[ultron_junior]

"Do you even want a TV show?" Victor wondered. "You'd be way better than this guy, yeah -- not that that's saying much -- but what would you want a show about?"