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Third Floor Common Room; Late Sunday Morning [11/29].

Troy was back at it again, seeing just how much of those Thanksgiving leftovers in the fridge he could fit between two pieces of bread (withoutmaking a mess of himself, Nina). Which was a lot, thank you very much, and a good thing, too. He was just doing his part to help make sure nothing went to waste!

And then getting comfy on the couch with some cartoon, because Sundays like this were never going to lose their novelty for Troy.

[[ some work-related SP likely, but open common room is totes open! ]]

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Alexis was on the hunt for things she could use for a nice healthy smoothie this morning, and oh, look who was there!

"Oh, hello there."

Alexis, Troy had his certain charms, sure, but please don't use him for a smoothie!

He, meanwhile, had definitely found something better to look at that just cartoons.

"Alexis," he greeted, after a moment to make sure it was all smooth and cool (and that he'd swallowed all the food in his mouth). Lifted his chin maginally. "S'up?"

"Oh, you know, just... perusing the kitchen a little," she said. "What are you up to?"

"Not...much," Troy said, slowly, as if it was only now dawning on him how it would look if he was sitting there, watching cartoons, and a hot girl walked in, something he felt he really should have thought of before said hot girl walked in, especially since most of.the people who lived here were girls...

Thus, his hand, slowly reaching for the remote, and his brain resolving to pretend he'd been holding it this whole time.

"Just...trying to find...a game, or something, on TV." A few demonstrative flips of the channel, then a shrug, a shake of his head. "S'nothing good, though."

"Oh, when all else fails there is always something good on E!" Alexis told him, which was advice he should not listen to!! That's how you get Kardashians!

"...what channel is that?" asked Troy, a poor sod who had no idea what he might be getting himself into.

"Entertainment television! You've never heard of it?" Oh, Troy, she might be on it!

Probably not since this wasn't her timeline!

Troy eyed Alexis a little skeptically for a moment, because wasn't all TV supposed to be entertainment television?

Not all of it succeeded, of course, but he was pretty sure that's what it was all going for.

But eventually, other thoughts managed to muscle their way through, and that speculative look turned to the TV, as he was now flipping through channels again, trying to find it.

It's not like he was planning on paying attention to the TV now or anything anyway.

"You mean, like, with all the celebrities and stuff?"

"Yeah. You find out all the stuff they're doing, what they're wearing, whether they talked about you..."

It was very important, of course.

"What would they be saying?" asked Troy, who had at least been on a very, very, very small scale end of that kind of thing with local stations during peak season.

And he was pretty sure he found it on the TV now, too, or at least something close enough. It just kept showing various different shots of a celebrity at various events with a lot of words and SCANDAL!!! flashing on the screen at quick intervals. So he tossed the remote aside again in victory so he could assure his Thanksgiving sandwich that it hadn't been completely forgotten yet.

"Probably who I was seen at a party with," Alexis admitted. "But I haven't done that in a while since I've been here so it's probably more like how much they miss me."

It was only until just then that Troy realized there were opportunities in this conversation, and he probably should have realized it sooner, but he felt he should get a pass with it being Sunday morning and everything.

"Which is probably a lot," he offered with newfound conviction. "They'd have to do a whole half hour special on it, or something. At least."

Assuming she was even being for real about it, but honestly? He could believe it. And more than willing to suspend his disbelief it she actually wasn't.

"Thank you! I've been saying for years I should have my own show, they could definitely fill 22 minutes with stuff like that," she reasoned.

Someday, Alexis. Someday.

"I mean," said Troy encouragingly, "I'd watch that."

Granted, he wasn't exactly picky about what he would watch, but that was pretty much a gien without that.

"Thank you, Troy," she said. "You'd definitely be my favorite viewer."

For the moment, anyway, Alexis was capricious like that.

Hey. He'll take it! Troy was complaisant like that.

"Glad I could help," he said, a little too pleased to be bestowed with such a prestigious, if fleeting, position.

"So what've you done lately that's TV show worthy?"

"Lately, not nearly enough. But over the summer I spent some time hanging off of yachts in Italy for a modeling shoot, and there was like, lots of drama there." There was not.

"Oh," said Troy, nodding like he had any idea what kind of drama would go along with a modeling shoot on a yacht; he grew up at least two hours from the nearest body of water and Fandom's port wasn't exactly overflowing with yachts, "yeah, totally. I'll bet..."

"Plus all the paparazzi," she said, totally proudly.

"That's all the people with the cameras, right?" Troy ventured, because actual paparazzi was a bit of a step-up from his own experiences as a small town football celebrity; this was sounding like Alexis was actually legit. Which didn't surprise him at all, he just sort of figured if she was actually legit, he'd have at least, you know, heard of her a little before getting all up in that at high school... "And they're all, 'Alexis! Alexis!'" He held up his hands like positioning a camera. "'Over here!'"

She was at least legit-adjacent. She'd never be Paris Hilton but by god she would try.

"Yeah, that's them," she said, with an eyeroll that said she should have been annoyed by the attention but a face that said she actually loved it. "All it takes is someone to call them and let them know where you are and they just swarm."

It was usually her calling.

"....like pigeons," said Troy, like it was the most illuminating (and slightly terrifying) realization he could have possibly have stumbled across in that moment.

"Totally," Alexis nodded. "But with cameras."

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