Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Afternoon

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

After spending the last week stuck as a giant pending message icon, Negasonic didn't feel much like staying in her room. She settled for just wandering down the hallway and flopping on one of the couches instead.

Granted it was just like... five doors away from her room but at least it was a different setting.

For a late lunch, she poured herself a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and started flipping channels around on TV to find something to watch.

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[intotheout]

Tip had wandered slightly farther, in that she was down a floor. She'd actually been on her way to the deck, but got sidetracked when she heard the TV.

"Hey, Nega." What? It was way faster than Negasonic. "What're you watching?"

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"Trying to find something that doesn't suck," she said flipping to another channel. "It's all talk shows and reality programming. How've you been, Grat?"

Hey. If she's shortening Negasonic's name, turnabout is fair play.

[intotheout]

"It's aimed at bored housewives at this hour," Tip guessed. "Us teens are probably all supposed to be bored in class right now." She snorted at the nickname. "Grat makes me sound like an Eastern European nanny," she decided. And hey, while they were talking nicknames: "My friends call me Tip."

It was getting a little weird having only a couple people around who called her that. It was probably time for her to start expanding her definition of "friend" where the name thing was concerned.

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

Negasonic raised an eyebrow at "Tip". "So," she said slowly. "Does that mean I can start calling you a friend? Certainly rolls off the tongue better than Gratuity."

[intotheout]

"Sure," Tip said. "If you want. And Gratuity rolls way better than 'Negasonic'. It's at least a noun."

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but no one leaves a Negasonic at a restaurant after a big meal,' she joked. "Or a warhead for that matter. Nouns are overrated."

She paused her channel flipping for a moment on a talk show that was about to reveal a paternity test. She flipped to the next channel before the results could be revealed.

"Anything interesting happen the last few days? I've been stuck in my room."

[intotheout]

"Depends on what you find interesting," Tip said. "There was something going on with the adults over the weekend, but the squirrels aren't reporting anymore so I don't really know what it was. It didn't rain any more jello or anything, though."

She was curious about the whole "stuck in her room" thing, but was a little worried she didn't want to know the answer.

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"Reporting squirrels?"

This would make more sense to Negasonic if Doreen Green was in the Marvel/Fox Cinematic Universe.

Instead it was confusing and she just shook her head. "This place is fucking weird."

[intotheout]

"You've been here how many weeks and you're only just working that out?" Tip asked. "I mean, it rained jello on us during the fire drill."

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe had spent most of the morning on the phone with vendors for Ada's birthday bash tomorrow, and by afternoon he really needed to do something else.

He glided into the room on his hoverboard and flopped on the couch. "Hey, little sis," he sing-songed. "Whatcha watching?"

[intotheout]

"Hey Roscoe," Tip greeted. "Your segway's missing some pieces."

Hoverboards: another of many things that had not managed to come out in Tip's world before the invasion.

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe grinned. "Can you believe they call it a hoverboard? Like it's some cool futuristic thing. It wishes." And yet he still rode it around the dorms, because he secretly loved it despite its lameness. Shh. "I'm pretty sure segways are actually cooler."

[intotheout]

"That's impressive," Tip said. "Since the only people who used segways were the ones who didn't want to walk on walking tours."

She was feeling rather snarky today, yes.

"You know, when J.Lo comes to visit, I bet he could make it actually hover. That's what he did to our car. But -- he might accidentally reverse all the controls."

[thewrathofkaan]

"No shit?" Roscoe beamed. "That'd be cool. Reversing the controls wouldn't be so bad. I'd just, like, have to lean forwards instead of backwards. I could get used to that." He might fall off a few times in the process of adjusting, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "This is bound to be way easier to mess with than a car."

[intotheout]

"Assuming he can get parts that small," Tip said, starting to notice the holes in the plan much too late. "Though, you know, he is the president of New Boovworld, so maybe he can just order people to make him some."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Huh," Roscoe said, pondering that. "Maybe, I guess. Would that be kind of a sweatshop situation? He sounds like a good dude, so probably not, right?"

[intotheout]

"I don't actually know," Tip admitted. "We've never really talked much about Boov economy. They've only just stopped going around conquering planets for new resources, though, so . . . maybe?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Ehhh." He scrunched his face up. "I guess if I don't know about it it's not that big a deal. It would be kind of awesome to fly. Does that make me terrible?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Shit TV. Are you seriously riding on that thing?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Hey, we can't all have superpowers," Roscoe said brightly. "Some of us have to rely on parental gifts for kicks. You wanna try it out?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"Falling on my face is not my idea of a good time," she said shaking her head. "I'll just keep using my feet to walk and blow things up with my mind to look cool."

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe looked like he thought her way was more fun, but he just grinned. "Who's to say which one is more exciting?" he said dramatically. "Explosions or a hands-free segway. It's anyone's game."

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"Explosions tend to get me in trouble if I'm inside. We'll go with your brand of excitement for now. How'd you get that thing anyway? Your parents got you that?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Yeah," Roscoe said. "My mom sent it. Sometimes her clients get her this stuff, or maybe she had her secretary get it, I didn't ask."

He turned the hoverboard over in his hands and idly flicked some specks of dirt out of the wheels. "Your parents ever send you crap like this?"

[teenagewarhead.livejournal.com]

"I don't talk to my parents any more," she replied flatly. "Though my..."

Gee. How to describe Colossus. Metal guy? Surrogate big brother? Nah.

"...former teacher just sent me a box of protein bars."