5th Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[flickofthewrist]

Yeah.

When Flick had been woken up with noise at his window, he'd gotten stupidly excited that Jude had finally found him. But no. Nope. It'd been just a pelting rain hitting the window and beyond that rain? Sharks. There were sharks flying around out there and Flick was just about done with this place and its eccentricities.

There was no freaking way he was going outside to investigate further. He wasn't one of those stupid people in horror movies who heard a noise and went closer and inevitably ended up getting sawed in half in a spray of blood. Nope, he was going to take his crappy mood and he was going to go to the common room where he could turn on the television and see if the weather was reporting on this.

They weren't, of course, but it made Flick feel better when he imagined the dumb meteorologists trying to forecast a funnel cloud of sharks. They'd probably wet themselves and run away. And then who would the world have to wrongly report the weather?

He missed Jude. What a freaking loser he was.

[Open. Flick's not going to be getting near those sharks, man.]

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[arsenicmauls]

Yeah, Gert wasn't going outside either. Old Lace could just live without knowing what shark meat tasted like, because hell no.

"I didn't know people actually watched the weather on TV anymore," she noted, peering at the TV to see what Flick was watching.

[flickofthewrist]

"Thought I'd see if today's absolutely fantastic weather made the national news."

Because, in any other place, it would. In this place? Nope. This place was invisible to almost everyone it seemed.

"Wanted to a weatherman piss himself."

[arsenicmauls]

"That'd be kind of hilarious," Gert granted. "But no way would the outside world acknowledge that this place exists. Broadcasting how weird it is here on TV would lose the station a ton of ad money for being full of crazy people."

[flickofthewrist]

"Huh. And here I thought it'd make them money since people in this world love to watch crazies and laugh at them," Flick said, twirling the remote control around in one hand.

"Makes them feel less crazy."

[arsenicmauls]

"I think people mostly like that when the crazies aren't supposed to be authorities on anything," Gert countered. "Just random rich people to be judged and criticized. But if our weathermen are crazy, then we as a society have dissolved into shambles."

She rolled her eyes. Oh, American entertainment.

[flickofthewrist]

"...you consider weathermen authority figures?" Flick asked, sounding dubious. "They can't get the freaking weather right half the time. I could be a weatherman. Look outside, see what's going on, tell the masses of people and collect a paycheck. Done."

[spin_kick_snap]

"I was kind of hoping to hear someone on TV try to talk about this while keeping that smarmy anchorman voice," Kathy admitted. "And now, we have reports of sharks raining from the skies, right off the coast of Baltimore..." she said, mimicking the unctuous tones of the guys on the TV.

[spin_kick_snap]

Nope. Nope nope nope.

"What the ever-loving fuck?" Kathy snapped, glaring out the window as if the sharks were falling out purely to spite her. She wasn't usually one for profanity, but there was a shark-cyclone out there. If that wasn't cause for profanity, then what was?

"I am so done with this place."

See, Flick? Your roomie agreed with you.

[flickofthewrist]

"You and me both," Flick said, glancing over at Kathy and nodding. There weren't supposed to be sharks falling out of the sky. That happened in movies. And this sure as hell wasn't a movie.

"Feels like I'm on some freaking acid trip," he added though he'd never actually done acid. He guessed this might be what it felt like. "This place is insane."

Understatement.

[spin_kick_snap]

"So, last weekend it was creepy girls running around and making everyone act like lunatics," Kathy said, once more grateful that she'd been immune or skipped over or whatever had kept her from being messed with. "This weekend, it's sharks falling from the sky."

There was a wet crunch from outside. Kathy wasn't even going to look.

"How are they ever breathing enough to--you know what? Never mind. I'm not even asking. Applying science to this is just going to make me want to drink and it's still only in the early afternoon."

[flickofthewrist]

"And drinking's gonna make you think you're invincible which means you'll go outside and I'll probably lose a roommate."

He'd seen the effects drinking. Felt them too. No need for anyone to go outside and end up in pieces because they had a little too much alcohol and thought it'd fun.

"Nothing on the weather forecast about this either," Flick said, nodding towards the television. "Apparently, it's gonna be partly sunny. Think I should call this station up and tell them what's really happening?"

He would. Just for laughs.

[spin_kick_snap]

"But then you'd have a single!" Kathy teased, before doing the stupid thing and looking out the window again. There was a shark shimmying across the lawn. Kathy hated everything. "But you don't have to worry. I'd have to leave the dorms to go get something to drink and there's no way I'm doing that sober."

Because bars were the only place to get alcohol from, right? No one could possibly keep any in their rooms!

Seriously, Kathy had no idea. She'd never been drunk, or even tipsy, in her entire life. Too much of a good girl for that. Which she wouldn't be mentioning. Aloud. To anyone as if they couldn't figure it out for themselves just by talking to her.

"You'd have to include video footage, you know," she told Flick. "No one will believe you if you don't. Heck, no one will believe you even if you do, but at least they'll pause before scoffing."

[flickofthewrist]

"You think they'd send some men with straight jackets to this place?" Flick asked thoughtfully. "I might need a therapist but I don't wanna be forced into talking to one."

The rational side of Flick knew therapy would probably be a good idea. The other parts? Knew it wasn't going to happen. Ever.

[abitlowkey]

"..do I wish to know?" Loki asked slowly. Because sharks.

[flickofthewrist]

"Thought this would be run of the mill for you now," Flick remarked with a small grin. "Sharks haven't flown around this place before?"

If even Loki was surprised, Flick was guessing this was something petty new and pretty strange.

[abitlowkey]

"I don't believe they have." Though he hadn't been back in Marvel for a while, so... "Perhaps it would be best if we avoided the windows?"

[flickofthewrist]

"They haven't come close yet," Flick said though as he said that, he caught a glimpse of a fin and tail swooping past the window. "...until just now. Did you make that happen?"

[abitlowkey]

"I would not!" He would, but not at risk of his own safety.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick held a hand up at the retort, a gesture saying he hadn't meant anything by that but he did back away from the window. He didn't need a shark spotting him and coming for dinner.

"Guessing you're not gonna go out and try and be a hero?" Being a hero was stupid.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

A thoroughly exasperated Rilla came in holding two-year-old Jims firmly by the hand. "Can someone please tell him that he cannot feed the fishies?" she demanded. "He won't believe me."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick blinked a few times at the sudden appearance of a kid. Of course, when he'd been trying to forget Jude, a kid appeared and made him remember.

"Kid, you wanna keep your hands? Then, don't feed them," Flick said dryly. "Unless you really want a hook for a hand. You'd be a real life pirate."

Shut up, Flick.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"ARRR!" shouted Jims happily, racing for the window before Rilla caught him by the waist. "How about some applesauce instead?" she bribed, shooting Flick an exasperated look.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry." He wasn't, not really. "I think he's pretty safe in here, though. Sharks haven't come through the window yet. Too busy flying around outside like they actually have freaking wings."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"They don't, right?" Rilla checked. "I haven't gotten too close to the windows in case Jims joined me but sharks aren't supposed to rain at all."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't think they do," Flick said though the urge had been strong to tell her they did. "Not that I'm doing any closeup examinations but I don't see any fluffy white wings when they come by."