fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Norman and Trevor had been throwing around a plan, almost actually a dare, really, to get together at some point to watch movies. And not just any movies either, no. They'd had a conversation about now unrealistic monsters in film happened to be, and that meant clearly they had to get together for beer and a viewing of that one about the sparkly vampires.

Look, they didn't make the movies, they just acknowledged that they existed.

Norman had actually felt weirder about renting the movie about the glittery vampires than he had about buying the case of beer, because he really did have better taste in monster movies than that while he was reasonably certain it wasn't a secret that he had no idea what he was doing with beer in the first place. So he'd made certain to find a chaser. For the movie, not for the beer. In the form of a kind of campy 80s vampire flick that he hadn't seen yet mostly by virtue of being more interested in the shambling undead than the sexy kind.

And then he'd ordered pizza enough for two, making popcorn while he waited for the food to arrive.

The amount of pizza that arrived was... not an amount to be safely consumed by two, and Norman stared at it in wonderment for a few minutes before sending a text around to any student in the dorms he had the number of:

Pizza and vampire movies on the 3rd floor?

Look, Norman didn't throw parties. Norman was just kind of baffled by the fact that apparently, he'd just sort of stumbled into doing so.

[OOC: Open party! Feel free to get a text or to just stumble on in!]

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"My fancy church shoes had nice thick soles," Tip explained. "And I wasn't tall enough yet to use the pedals that controlled the car and still see the road."

"It's what Jesus would have wanted."

Said the excommunicated guy.

"I mean, it did end up saving the human race from subjugation by intruders. So I'm going to say yeah, it was."

Trevor nodded along with that. "That a concern here?"

"Here? Sometimes, but only for like, a week maybe. Back home it went on for six months."

"Huh." That wasn't as surprising as it should have been. "Just the six months?"

". . . They were a pretty major six months," Tip said. "But yeah."

"Just based on back home, I would have assumed people would have just given in by then." Did he sound bitter? Yes, yes, he did.

"A lot of people did," Tip said. "They tried to move all the humans into special 'human preserves'. and by that time they'd destroyed so much and killed so many people that everyone kind of just went along with it." She lifted her chin, proud. "I wasn't really interested in doing that, though."

He wrinkled his nose at the description. "Good. People like that tend to be few and far betwen."

Or killed real, real fast.

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"I've definitely noticed that, too." Tip looked at him curiously. "So what's it like where you're from, then?"

"Replace your thing with The Church," Trevor replied. "And the population rising up to destroy them with 'shoot ourselves in the foot to maintain the status quo.'"

"And no running water," Tip observed. "No offense, but where you're from sounds kind of really terrible."

Trevor shrugged and slumped back in his seat. "Apparently a few centuries behind here."

Just, like, four or five. No big.

"And they call where I'm from Romania now too. It was Wallachia."

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"Did they at least get to rename themselves?"

"Didn't bother to look into that much," Trevor admitted. He lacked patriotic pride for some reason.

"They probably didn't," Tip said. "People almost never do. "

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