4th Floor Common Room, Friday night

[revengenotebook]

Paris had caught up on the news, which was why Paris was now camped out in the common room in the most elaborate pillow fort ever constructed, complete with a "NO Y CHROMOSOMES ALLOWED NO I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR WHINING, EVERYTHING IS NOT ABOUT *YOU* ALL THE TIME, MEN, JFC" sign on the door into the area.

She was crouched in the center of the pillow fort, doing her best to make a dent in the ice cream supply of the entire island, and yelling disparaging comments at House Hunters. "No one needs a room just to sunbathe in, Stephen. For God's sake."

[OOC: Where I am spiritually Paris today. So open.]

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[revengenotebook]

"Probably a good call," Paris said. "I didn't bring extras."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I figured by the sign that you weren't really having visitors," she said, retreating to the kitchen. Or at least one specific gender of visitors. "Any certain reason? I mean, I'm with you..."

[revengenotebook]

"The US Senate is about to appoint an extremely terrible man to the Supreme Court, where he'll sit for at least 30 years," Paris said. "So. Ice cream."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had a passing knowledge of the politics here, mainly because she kept hearing about it, but she didn't quite get this, and it likely wouldn't affect her. But.

"That sounds like I should also bring over the chocolate syrup from the fridge?" she offered.

[revengenotebook]

"That sounds wonderful," Paris. "Please."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine returned with a bowl, another spoon, and the chocolate syrup as promised.

"This won't help," she said, "but it'll help."

That totally made sense.