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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[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."

[arsenicmauls]

"Does it even require going outside anymore?" Gert wondered. "They probably get the info online now."

Anyway.

"I'm just saying, in order for most people to appreciate crazy people being wrong, they have to be completely useless to us," she amended. "Like reality stars. Not people that perform an actual service."

[flickofthewrist]

"I think you underestimate people's ability to judge other people," Flick said, shrugging. "If it makes them look better, they'll think anyone's crazy. Tear someone else down, build themselves up."

He'd seen it happen enough.