Fourth floor common room- Thursday evening

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen figured that as a treat for surviving most of her first week here (literally and figuratively), she'd just use a little bit of the spending money she'd been given before coming here to order a pizza, because she didn't feel like trying to cook.

When the delivery guy showed up with several she'd figured they were for deliveries elsewhere, but then there was a conversation including sentences such as "I only ordered one. One small," and "I'm not paying for all these," and "How do you even make money?"

Long story short, Gwen had a bunch of pizzas and she was only one girl so someone was going to have to help her with these.

[Possibly a little slow till after work but whatever, open CR!]

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[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"Flame on!" Johnny said. He was wearing impact cloths so nothing burned up as he lifted off the ground. Hooray! He wouldn't be naked! "I don't look hurt, do I? But you shouldn't touch. I'm a little too hot to handle right now."

"And technically, the fire lets me fly. It's too tchnical for m, personally."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

Rapunzel actually eeped and hopped back, Pascal turning a bright red in alarm as he clung to her shoulder. Once she was assured that Johnny wasn't hurt, she leaned forward to look closer. "You're not gonna hurt me," she assured him, almost a little absently. "Or, at least not permanently."

Somehow in the face of a guy who was literally on fire, being secretive about her own powers seemed dumb. Not that she was going to just come out with it, but still. "I bet it's from the propulsion. Your flying, I mean. I've read a little bit about that kind of stuff." Because of course she had. She hung out with Barry a lot. "But I've never met -- wow, Johnny, that is really neat."

[ultimatehottie.livejournal.com]

"You're completely safe," Johnny said. The flame left his right arm as he reached out for her hand. "I've got crazy amounts of control. And you're right about the propulsion. I can also throw fireballs and all that kind of stuff."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

"My roommate can, too," she told him with a smile, hesitating for just a moment before taking the offered hand. He was on fire, if not specifically there, okay? Just because she could heal herself didn't mean she was going to do anything foolish. "Throw fireballs, I mean. But he uses magic, and it -- looks different from this."

No offense to Anders, though. She still thought fireballs trumped glowing hair.