Fifth Floor Common Room: Friday Evening

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

After going to class and doing some work out at the warehouse, Barry decided to take a break and settle in for a bad night of SyFy movies. Settling into the common room, he saw that someone had put out cake and an ice cream bar.

"Weird," Barry said with a shrug but turned on TV in the hopes of finding some kind of shark-themed debacle.

But unfortunately the TV was not cooperating. In fact it would only show one movie series in particular.

"What the fuck is Fandom Chicken? Holy shit. Is that Rikku?"

Barry's introduction into Fandom's sordid past had only begun.

[My way of celebrating the game IC before Barry's memory is wiped. Come have virtual cake and enjoy the glory that is FANDOM CHICKEN

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[stacyexperiment]

Gwen was already bored of not having someone in her room to hang out with, so to the common room it was... and she was expecting none of this.

"Are we having a very weird party?" she asked.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Beats me. But someone I know is on the TV and she's a horrible fucking actor," Barry said trying to get the remote to change the channel. "Food was already laid out when I got here."

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen looked at the food and shrugged, immediately going for cake. Because it's cake. "It's ours now," she said, and looked back at the TV. "What are you watching?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"It's called Fandom Chicken," Barry said frowning as he checked the batteries in the remote. "And it looks like it was filmed in one of the common rooms. The girl in the chicken suit still lives on the island but she looks a lot younger there."

[stacyexperiment]

"Huh," Gwen said, frowning at the TV. "Any idea why there's a chicken suit? Should I even ask about the plot?"

[not_a_moonie]

"I think it's just another fascinating night in Fandom," Alana smiled. "Don't worry. You get used to it."

[stacyexperiment]

"Yeah, I'm getting there," Gwen said. "As long as no more water falls on me, I can deal with this kind of thing."

She was totally watching the ceiling for water now.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana made a face. "Ugh, the water," she said sympathetically. "The worst was when it hit me during meditation class. Kinda ruined the mood."

She glanced up too, out of her own paranoia

[stacyexperiment]

"Ugh, that sucks. I got it in retaliation for laughing at Johnny," she admitted. "But I didn't get it the second time he got hit, so I'm expecting it all the time now."

[myownface]

"There have totally been weirder parties than this," Sparkle decided as he made his way in from the hallway. "Maybe whatever that movie is was the result of one."

He had his money on some kind of crazy drug orgy, honestly.

[stacyexperiment]

"Maybe they were going for avant garde?" Gwen said.

[myownface]

"Or just completely freaking batshit," Sparkle mused, pursing his lips a little. "It kind of looks like those home movies you see on the television comedy shows, but with a higher budget."

A very marginally higher budget.

[stacyexperiment]

"I compared it to a better Syfy movie," she said.

[not_a_moonie]

"This looks worse than Open Circuit," Alana observed, glancing at the screen as she went toward the kitchen. "What's with the guy in the mask?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure," Barry frowned. "He doesn't seem integral to the plot."

[not_a_moonie]

"Then I bet he's the villain," Alana advised. "Right? Isn't the extra character always secretly evil?"

That conclusion drawn, she grabbed a nag of chips and waved them toward Barry. "Want some of these?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Or royalty in disguise," Barry said with a shrug. He looked at the bag of chips and nodded. "I'll take some of those. I haven't had any junk food in a couple of days."

[myownface]

"He looks like some kind of crazy thespian to me," Sparkle opined, rummaging through the drawers for a fork. "And a freaking diva, at that. No clue who let him participate in that thing."

... He was the director, Sparkle.

Well. The word 'director' was being used very loosely, here.

[not_a_moonie]

"Maybe he put up the money," Alana suggested, smiling a bit. "Or he's sleeping with somebody. Or he's the dealer."

Somehow, the 'director' possibility didn't come to mind.

[myownface]

"My money's on that last one," Sparkle decided with a laugh. He pulled out a fork from the silverware drawer, and then offered her one. No particular reason. Maybe she just needed a fork. "And if he is, who the hell do I have to get in touch with to find him? They're clearly on the good stuff."

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't usually come up this far. He had second-floor pride for life and everything he usually needed was down there. But a loud proclamation from down the hall about somebody being 'THE SPOOOOON AVENGER' had him taking a quick detour from his trip up to the roof for a smoke.

And he was going to stay for the cake, too.

"The hell is going on in here?"

Yeah. Already helping himself to the cake, too. Did he care who it belonged to? Did he look like the kind of guy who cared who it belonged to?

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not one bit.

"It's called Fandom Chicken. I've decided to call it awesome," Barry said behind his plate of finished cake. "Or at least better than SyFy movies."

[myownface]

"Fandom Chicken," Sparkle replied, and then snorted. "Is that when people actually have the choice to be here and then the one to last here the longest without freaking out, running off, or dying is the winner?"

Sounded accurate.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Apparently it's the love story between a chicken and a coal monster who kicks down pillow forts," Barry explained. "It's hypnotic..."

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil came in and waved. "Hi, little sib!" He eyed the TV. "Documentary or drama?" He was learning it was important to ask these things.