Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[myownface]

Sparkle had literally no freaking clue what he'd just walked in on. He'd been headed to the common room with scavenging somebody else's leftovers in mind, and he'd gotten pretty immediately distracted by the weird vision of the guy in the crazy mask and long, floppy coat.

Really, he had no idea what amused him more. The fact that the guy seemed to be directing some sort of movie in here, or the fact that he was pretty sure the guy had been doing drugs at the time. Never mind the fact that whatever he was directing was named something as completely ridiculous as 'Fandom Chicken.'

"YOUR CLOSE UP WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT I MAY NEED ANOTHER SHOT SO THAT WE CAN GET YOU FROM A BETTER ANGLE."

... Sparkle was going to leave the leftovers alone and make himself some popcorn. Whatever the hell was going on here, it was comedy gold.

Hell yes, he was taking notes.


[OOC: Open! Because I had to dredge up Fandom Chicken for this BDE. I had to. Blanket permission granted for anyone who wants to quote Valentine if they tag in. I can't vouch for the other thespians who were involved in that glorious trainwreck, of course.]

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[flickofthewrist]

"What's going on in here?" Flick asked when he found himself at this floor's common room. He'd been in the area for the same reason as Sparkle, actually.

Food was a powerful motivator, wasn't it?

[myownface]

Food was amazing. Especially when it was unguarded and not your own.

"I have no freaking clue," Sparkle shared, turning a grin toward Flick, "But I'm totally recording it."

Well, bits and pieces of it. It was hard to get continuous video going when all you had to work with was the camera on your phone.

"I think mask-guy was into some of the good shit, or maybe got like a gremlin to the ass. I can't quite tell for certain."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick tilted his head, watching the whole thing quizzically. After a few seconds, he realized he didn't know what the hell was going on.

"I'm gonna go with good shit," he finally said. "And I'm gonna go with him sharing with everyone else too."

Because what the hell.

[myownface]

"See? Seriously, I don't know what's going on, but it's fucking awesome." Sparkle stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and then held the bowl out to Flick. "And awful. Little of both, I think. But if this is the sort of shit that happened before we were students here? Damn."

And Sparkle had thought that the students in his class were messed up.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah, I kinda feel like we missed out," Flick said, not really meaning it. He never wanted to act like what he was seeing.

Flick wandered into the common room and took a handful of popcorn with a nod. "This is probably better than anything on television, at least."

[myownface]

Sparkle gave a little snort at that. He really didn't think he'd missed out, per se, but there was something about the whole situation that held promise. Maybe next time he felt like jumping on the chesterfield singing 'Hello, Dolly,' or something he'd try to direct an impromptu movie, instead.

"Loads better than anything on television," he agreed, trotting over to the couch and flopping down on it. The view from there was just as good as anywhere. "I mean, half of what's on TV is reality bullshit anyhow, right? Same thing. Plus you can't really change the channel on this."

[flickofthewrist]

"Reality bullshit, soap operas or news," Flick said, nodding. "Sometimes, there's the occasional movie with a hunky Santa."

He would never be forgetting that one, no.

Flick stared for a second or two longer before he took a seat on one of the sofas as well. "This was just going on when you came in here?"

[myownface]

"Aw, I missed hunky Santa," Sparkle noted, pouting for all of a half second before looking back at Flick. "And yeah, just, you know, weird guy in the common room. Something about Flin Flon. Which... you know. Sure, if you want to name a character after a place in Manitoba, I'm not gonna stop you, crazy masked floppy coat guy."

Seriously. He was kind of surprised the insane twitchy drugged Irish dude knew the town's name in the first place.

"This kind of thing's been happening for a while, now. I had some weird redhead in the radio booth with me on Thursday, off and on."

[flickofthewrist]

"Huh."

Flick was quiet for a second. He scratched his cheek and looked a little thoughtful. He couldn't help but wonder if this was similar to him hearing Jude's voice. Or if Jude was still haunting his stupid ass.

"I don't know whether to be concerned or amused that things like this seem to be happening around here. Not like this is some regular occurrence."

He gestured to the whole thing going on right now in front of them.

[myownface]

"Little of both? So far all I've seen has been harmless shit, but from the sound of some of the stuff I've read off on the radio, not everyone's been all that lucky."

Sparkle stuffed some more popcorn into his mouth as the masked guy attempted to explain how the garbage bag monster and the rubber-glove chicken were really a tragic romance that simply couldn't be.

"Still surprised that nobody's freaking out about it more, but then... Fandom. Anyway, what in the world would anyone do about it?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Freak out? Go into therapy? Hide?" Flick suggested not at all seriously. "Those are just the first things that come to mind."

And probably the absolute last thing anyone here would do.

"What do you say, Sparkle? You and me in therapy." He was kidding. God, was he kidding.

[myownface]

"I happen to know a psychiatrist," Sparkle laughed, shaking his head. "God, therapy. Nothing like sitting down and seeing how many ways you can freak out the shrink before they ship you off to the next one. It's like a sport. I was never good at sports but if they had a fucking-with-people Olympics I'd bring the gold to Canada for the fifty-meter therapist clusterfuck."

[flickofthewrist]

"That was impressive," Flick said, giving Sparkle a slow clap for that quip. And he actually meant it too. It took some skill to put words together like that.

"I tried therapy once," he shared, shaking his head. "Before I got shipped off to military school. It didn't take. I just sat there and stared at the counselor. And then fell asleep."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil cocked his head at the odd...whatever it was.

"Is this a shared hallucination or a ghost?"

[myownface]

"I haven't figured that out yet," Sparkle replied, tossing a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth. "He's dressed like a psycho and he's got some blonde chick wearing what I'm going to assume is a chicken suit? So whatever the hell it actually is, I figure I can just roll with it."

[voiceoverdue]

"Probably for the best," Cecil agreed. He plopped down by Sparkle to watch; this was better than whatever was on TV, anyway.

"Oh! We still need to have a movie night."

[myownface]

"Oh yeah, we were gonna do that, weren't we?" Sparkle glanced at Cecil for a moment, and then offered him the popcorn bowl. "I mean, not right now, apparently, because of flappy-coat-guy and the wonder dorks, there. But, you know, maybe schedule it in or something..."

[voiceoverdue]

"Yes!" Cecil agreed. "And someplace Kenzi can come, too." Because Kenzi was awesome.

He took a bit of popcorn and grinned in thanks.

[myownface]

"Well, there is the MST3K in town," Sparkle noted, grinning a little, too. "We'd have to wait for a movie that appeals to the three of us, but Kenz can at least get in there, no problem. Or we just, like, ransack her living room and bring DVDs with us when we do."

[voiceoverdue]

"I vote for ransacking!" Cecil announced cheerfully, then frowned. "Unless there's a ton of forms involved. Seriously, paperwork!"

[myownface]

"The only time you have to worry about paperwork when you ransack is when you get caught and they press charges," Sparkle pointed out. "So, we just don't get caught. Or, uh, we bring enough movies and booze that Kenzi doesn't even think getting us in shit is worth it."

Not that he figured Kenzi would care all that much. Honestly.

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh, good!" Cecil munched a bit more popcorn. "Lots of movies and booze, then!"

[myownface]

"Sweet. It's gonna be a thing! Now all we need is, like... a day. And a list of movies."

Sparkle's list would involve a lot of show tunes.

[voiceoverdue]

Show tunes were good! Cecil would probably have a lot of romances. With explosions.

"Great! And -"

He was cut off by a disembodied voice. "And now for a brief public service announcement. Alligators. Can they kill your children? Yes."

Cecil blinked. "Um."

[myownface]

"Um," Sparkle agreed, glancing around. "I don't think that's part of the chicken show."

Call it a hunch.