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]

"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."