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It was… probably best not to ask too many questions about how early Nina had to have gotten up to get all the chalk drawings done in the common room.

She was not even sorry that her magic meant there was, like, a single person's width of a line to the kitchen (which she'd left un-chalked so that people could eat) and one couch untouched and that she'd commandeered everything else for filming. Look, it had been awhile and she'd finally finished the spells necessary to film the next season of Sir Foomy's adventures.

"Alright, Foomy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said enthusiastically as she triggered the magic, which left the chalk dissipating and—well, it didn't look exciting from the outside, since it was just a large grey cave taking up most of the common room with an entrance that was precisely double the size of Foomy. She knelt down to adjust Foomy's costume. "You remember your lines, right????????????????"

With beebles that were just as excited as she was, Foomy agreed that he did, yes.

"And you, like, look super dashing," Nina decided. The tiny musketeer hat was adorable and well worth all the times she'd stabbed herself with a needle to get it just right. His matching cape was embroidered with gold thread. "Remember, okay?????????????? You are Sir Foomy and this is going to be excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy burbled agreement.

"Get on in there, then!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let the filming begin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy made his way over to the cave entrance as Nina re-checked her camera set up and triggered yet another spell, this one taking up the wall and turning it into a screen that showed what Foomy was doing.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cameras!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

They were, quite literally, going to be here all day.

[Open as a common room ought to be, naturally!]

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Astrid was coming back from shop class, sort of fingering the little wooden oleander she had whittled, feeling a little disraught over her lack of imagination that it was the only thing she could think of to actually do. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great, either, since wood wasn't really a medium she had a lot of experience in, and she was wondering if she could find stuff to make herself something else instead before whatever they were doing next week, when she passed by the common room on her way to her own room, paused, and then went back for a closer look.

And blinked.

"Nina," she said, almost as if she feared what the answer was going to be, "what is all this?"

And her little strange blob friend was here, too! She hadn't been doing much work in her room lately, so she'd sort of actually missed the little guy.

For his part, Foomy wasn't actually visible in the room at the moment.

He was, however, on the big magical screen Nina had a camera pointing at, and from the looks of things was climbing a trellis up a very, very tall tower.

"Hiiiiiii, Astrid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, not looking up from her camera as she adjusted it just the tiniest smidgen. "We're filming the newest season of Sir Foomy the Brave's adventures for my channel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's very popular!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She actually made a decent bit of money off of t-shirt sales these days.

"Sir Foomy?" Astrid ~~and her work-dead detail messing up brain~~ asked, tilting her head with intrigue at the screen, while moving closer to try and see what Nina was actually doing. Was that her little friend's name? And he was apparantly the star of some how Nina was filming? "What channel?"

"My Youtube channel," she said cheerfully. "It's on the internet??????????? I even have watchers from other universes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Noct and Iris totally counted and she was pretty sure, from some of the things he said, that Iggy caught episodes here and there too.

"Anyway, like, in the show Foomy's a brave, brave knight known as Sir Foomy the Brave and he's on a constant journey in search of his love, the amnesiac Princess Ce'na, but like, he's a knight, pure-hearted and true, so whenever there's people in danger, he has to get involved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which was good, since, well. Vette had been Princess Ce'na.

"Right now we're filming the scenes--later on I'll be adding the additional sound effects and the voice-over narration to make the story really gel, but after the first season, like, we decided that live narration made it hard for both of us to keep the story straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I...had a YouTube channel once," Astrid mused, almost mildly, distantly, as she sometimes did when talking about that Other Astrid that felt like she belonged to a completely different world.

But she smiled, considering her little friend doing all those things. "That sounds like a great story, though. I bet...Foomy's a really good actor, too."

It was weird that he had a name now, though, if she was honest.

As Sir Foomy reached the top of the tower--he was attacked! Nina watched carefully as she filmed the fight scene.

"He loves it," she said, distractedly. "Wait--what's your channel about????????????????"

Astrid might have been a little distracted by the action on the screen (although she had confidence that Foomy would be fine, and she'd have to compliment him on his excellent fighting skills), but she gave Nina a faint, wry smile.

"Have you ever had any of Captain Rogers' classes before?" she asked.

"I.................... don't think so," Nina said after a moment of trying to remember. "Like, I know he usually teaches with his soon to be husband???????????????"

Astrid nodded slightly. "Mr. Stark, right? Well, I took a few of their classes..." She shifted, tucking her hair behind her ears, "before, and sometimes, Captain Rogers would play these PSAs, these Public Service Announcements, that he did as this character, Captain America. And then...." There was a pause, a furrowed brow, as pieces started filling in some of the gaps in those shoved-aside memories, "...I think there was a summer activity where we made sock puppets. I decided to make a Captain America one." It was impossible to hold back a grin at that. "And make some new PSAs for him...."

............

..............

.

"Ohmygosh," she said gleefully.

"It was called 'Captain America Puppet PSAs,'" said Astrid, who really did feel things like that meant her mother had a good point when she said that she lacked in imagination and creativity, despite the content of the videos themselves proving otherwise, and grinning a little despite herself. "It was a while ago, though."

And she didn't understand the Internet enough to realize that it didn't matter, those things were now eternal.

That was okay, Astrid, Nina had enough imagination for both of you--and more to spare.

"Hang on," she said, digging out her phone even though she was still filming with her actual camera. "I think I've seen those-------------"

It took her a bit, flipping through her bookmarks and the labyrinthine maze of her favourites, but:

"Ohmygosh, did you make these????????????????" she asked, waving her phone at Astrid. "Because, like, they're hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"They're still there?" asked Astrid, who wasn't maybe as surprised as the question might have suggested, but emphasizing that was easier than dealing with the sudden blank look on her face as she tried to figure out how to deal with the compliment. She shrunk into her shoulders a little, tucked her hair behind her ears.

And slightly more embarrassing: "And you've seen them?"

"The internet," Nina said, "is eternal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And she loved it desperately.

"And, like, yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I forget how I found them??????????? But, like, I was probably doing one of those look for certain keyword and then fell down the rabbit hole and then..............."

Well.

"They're really good!!!!!!!!!!!!" she repeated. "Why did you stop???????????????"

"I went back home," Astrid shrugged as if it hadn't been a big deal. "YouTube didn't exist yet."

The pause that followed was a bit awkward.

"I did take the puppet around to different popular places in Hollywood, though, and sent the Poloroids to Captain Rogers."

And then she just...stopped.

"Not quite the same, but i think he appreciated them."

Edited 2020-03-14 02:23 (UTC)

2nd Floor Common Room | Friday All Day

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