Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [10/19].

[hashtag_chocobro]

You know what? For a vacation, that trip involved a lot do doing stuff. Between all the hiking, exploring Quito like a homesick city boy when they were there, taking about a million photographs and taking advantage of the pool albeit handwavily, Prompto got back feeling strangely exhausted. Wasn't that, like, the opposite of how you should feel after a vacay? Either way, they were back now, he had a giant bowl filled with whatever that candy was that was falling from the sky today (how had he figured out it was candy? He just did, okay??), and he was ready to flop on the couch in the common room, flip on the TV, and maybe surf around a little bit to see if there was something good on to veg out to.

Honestly, he was kind of hoping to find that one show where all those super demanding brides went to find wedding dresses, because he loooooooooved that shit, but it seemed, no matter where he flipped, the channels were all playing some sort of scary movie.

"Welp," he said, as he finally settled on one that looked good and cheesy and horrible, and then settled into the couch with his big bowl of candy corn on his lap, "here's to hoping I don't regret this later when I'm trying to go to sleep!"

His roommate was a big dude, though; he was pretty sure he'd be safe from any daemons or zombies or vampires if they started showing up, though.

[[ *luxuriates in day off* open common room is open! Please feel free to mod the rando customizable horror movie to whatever ridiculous proportions you'd like! ]]

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[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't really believe in late night snacking, but he did believe in staying hydrated, and so he was making his way to the common room for a glass of water, only to walk in on Nina's weird skid friend digging his hands right into a bowl of candy corn.

"Fuck," he said, "now don't tell me you jus' went and filled that up with the stuff that's fallin' from the sky right now."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Hey, man," said Prompto, snorting a bit as he grinned over at Wayne, "free candy is free candy. Want some?" He held out the bowl. "Have a seat. We can turn this into a movie night! Hopefully, you like scary movies, though, since that seems to be all that's playing."

[howareyanow]

"Hard no!" said Wayne, who seemed to have a very aggressively offended tone to the way he was pouring that water from the pitcher into his glass. "You dun even know where that candy's been!"

[hashtag_chocobro]

...the sky, Wayne. It'd been in the sky.

In fact, Prompto's eyes drifted that way just now and he opened his mouth to say exactly that, but then he realized that it probably wouldn't make any difference, so he just shrugged and settled the big bowl back in his lap, took another handful out of it. "Suit yourself, dude," he said. "More for me, I guess. And if I'm found dead in the morning...I guess we'll know why."

[howareyanow]

"Yer spare parts, bud," said Wayne, who would then aggressively drink that water, "y'know that? Spare fuckin' parts."

[bookbeltof_love]

Look, a lot of Nina's favourite people happened to be on the third floor so, once she'd unpacked, dropped Foomy off to get reacquainted with the bedroom, Nina had drifted down the hall (no one had been in her common room) and then up the stairs in hopes of amicable company.

And, why, it was not one but two of her favourite people already in the room.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, like, what is falling from the sky??????????????????" Nina asked, as she drifted in. "And, like, why has that guy lost more blood in the last three seconds than is in a human body?????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"It's candy, Nina!" said Prompto, who hoped she wouldn't just ask how he knew that, because that meant that he had definitely went ahead and put some unfamiliar thing in his mouth in the hopes that it was, in fact, edible, with absolutely nothing to base it on other than mere hopes and dreams. And he was a grown-ass man over here....almost. "Not, like, great candy, or anything, but, I mean, hey, what do you expect from sky candy? And that's a very good question, because I'm still trying to figure out what's even going on in this one. I'm pretty sure, like, maybe he was like...infected with something? But then again, I'm also sure that girl over there died about three scenes ago."

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm not going to ask how you know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina's wryly amused glance at him said that she didn't need to ask because she was guessing and, oh Prompto, that was tragic.

The screen got another, more considering sort of look.

"She doesn't appear to be a ghost," Nina noted, drifting towards the kitchen. "Did you want anything to drink???????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

Look, he was trying to live his life more adventurously, okay? Sometimes, it paid off. And other times...well, if it had been anything else, he would have learned his lesson and moved on with his life, and no one would be any wiser.

"Right?" Prompto said. "I think maybe they just....forgot? Or she's, like, reanimated, or something, and they'll use it as a twist in a bit. And, sure, I'll take a soda if there's any!"

Because, yes, Prompto, that's what you needed. More sugar.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Looks like there's that weird grape stuff, cherry coke and normal coke???????????????????" she said, dutifully checking the fridge and considering their options.

Whose drinks were they?

Nina had no idea and, as she took a normal coke for herself, she didn't care.

"How do you even forget a character in your play????????????????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Ooooh, cherry coke!" said Prompto. "And who knows? I think they're just so desperate to up the body count that they're throwing people in twice, because, yup, yuuuuuuup, that was....definitely her head flying off just about now..."

There was a small, considering pause.

"We can switch it, if you want," he said, thinking that Nina might not exactly be in the mood for so many decapitations and blood pretty much ever, and he was getting a little squeemish about it, too, if he was honest, "but, fair warning, there's scary movies playing on pretty much every station. Some might at least be trying to make some sort of sense, though."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina didn't mind some violence but, yeah, that was... getting pretty gratuitous there and she looked both apologetic and relieved at his suggestion as she got his cherry coke and, shutting the fridge, wandered over to curl up on the couch next to him.

"Did you happen to, like, see any that looked like they were inexplicably trapped in a haunted house?????????????????" Nina asked interestedly. "Those are usually more atmospheric and less.....................," those were ribs being ripped out of a guy there, yes they were, "that."

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto's nose wrinkled, and, yeah, he sort of seemed to be taking on a slightly greenish hue if you looked really closely. "Yeaaaaaaaaaah," he said, lifting up the remote and flipping through what seemed to be a well-choreographed series of equally...viscerally creative scenes. "I think I'd much rather deal with creaking creepy than 'let's test the limits of just how much splatter we can actually splat--'"

Then he managed to find a break in the carnage, like a breath of fresh air, that landed them in some dark, dark room that was almost so dark it was hard to even make out where the person creeping through it was.

"Maybe this?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Perfect," she said, relieved and offering him his soda. "A delightfully dark room where there's probably going to be something leaping out at the person soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was not actually being sarcastic.

She much preferred that.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Yeah, nothing better than things jumping out at you expectantly in the dark," said Prompto, who wasn't being sarcastic, either, not really, mostly ironic, because, hi, how's it going there, nyctophobia? But he chuckled a little, because, yeah, no big deal...why was he sitting there watching scary movies again, when he was pretty much the biggest wimp for this stuff?

"I swear, Nina, if you jump," sure, Prompto, Nina'll be the one jumping, "and, like, grab my arm or something and I spill this bowl, I am not cleaning it up!"

He would. He so totally would.

[bookbeltof_love]

"It's your bowl of sky candy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she protested even as she stole a piece of it. For science. And to eat. "Of course you'd have to clean it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Nina," said Wayne, where he was leaning against the kitchen counter with his glass of water to keep a good distance away from Prompto and his sky candy tom-fuckin'-foolery. "How are ya now?"

Please save him from your weird skid friend, Nina.

[bookbeltof_love]

Her weird skid brother, Wayne!

"Glad to be back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped, grinning at him. "How are you???????????????????? Why are you hiding over here??????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Oh," said Wayne, dutifully, "not so bad..."

But then his expression went squinty as he added, in a less casual drawl, "But it's hardly hidin' if I'm just standin' here in plain sight, now, is isn't it, Nina? I jus' came in fer some water, mebbe see who comes in, shoot the shit a little. M'not really planning on settlin' in, building a fuckin' summer home or nothin'."

[bookbeltof_love]

"There, there," she said cheerfully, undeterred by the squinty and the grumblings. "Prompto won't bite you, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was pretty sure she could promise that.

"And, like, oh my gosh, Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine making a fort out of a common room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wouldn't that be fun??????????????????????"

[howareyanow]

Wayne's grumble, that he made sure was definitely loud enough for Prompto to hear, even over the buzz of chainsaws and screaming, wasn't so sure about that, Nina.

The biting thing, not the fort thing,

Although...

"What, y'mean out of pillows and blankets and such?" he asked, tilting his head for a moment before giving it a small shake. "Pillows and blankets and such are no good, they're too soft, Nina, they've got no integrity, not fer a real fort. What'cha need fer a real fort is some hay bales, mebbe some straw bales, fer the roof, on account of them bein' lighter, but I dunno where we'd get that many hay bales around here, much less get 'em all the way up to a common room, specially since there's prolly not too many good days fer hay left anywhey."

[bookbeltof_love]

"There's a stable on the grounds," she mused, considering that option. "I bet, like, there'd be some hay bales there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Though wouldn't couch cushions be stable enough--they're more solid than pillows, at least!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And we could work the couch backs and arms into some of the walls..................."

[howareyanow]

"Well," said Wayne, considering it a little further, "sure. Well, yeah, sure, I s'pose you could...Mebbe set up a few high backed chairs in the center with a blanket draped over it, make yerself a little hideout in the middle..."

[bookbeltof_love]

"If we borrowed all the chairs from the unused dorm rooms, like, we'd have a lot of chairs to use," she noted. "We could make a really big fort out of all of them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Y'know what?" said Wayne, who was clearly deep into thinking about this now, "I wonder if you could sort of...extend it out, get the hallway involved, make it an interconnected sort of thing? 'Cept I s'pose that makes it less of a fort, then, wouldn't it? If jus' anyone could get in an' right from their rooms, no less."