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Frankly, Terry was still confused about what he missed being out of town last week. Listening to radio podcasts really didn't help matters. He was at the point where he was happy to just ignore it, focus on saving the world with Superman, and spending tonight in front of the TV watching the Olympics.

Of course, that led to stray thoughts about how his Bat-training would actually set him up to be a decent competitor, although that was slightly offset by the fact that he had chips to snack on. Did Olympians snack? Terry didn't know and didn't care enough to do the research. But Batman snacked. And that was good enough for him.

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So for the second year in forever, Topher... was not making it to Comic-Con. Which was traumatizing. Seriously, what was the point of being from L.A. if he didn't get to do his annual four-day trek to San Diego with a tent for camping out for panels, a backpack of inappropriate starches, and absolutely zero qualms about annoying people in front of him to the point that they left the line? Really now.

However. Despite that devastating setback sure to have long-lasting emotional ramifications on his psyche and nerd cred, he was able to tough it out to some degree thanks to the joy of technology. Like his laptop, which was open in front of him with about a zillion tabs open to various panel live feeds. And of course there was Tumblr, which never failed to catch all the really good quotes. Usually in GIF form.

Tumblr was the best.

So. With a few pizzas left out on the table to fill in for his usual high-cal SDCC snacks (and seriously, what was with the pizza place and delivering way more than he ordered? Not that Topher was complaining or anything), Operation: Make Like It's Comic-Con was underway.

Well. Comic-Con probably didn't permit wolf puppies like the one Topher had with him. But this was really really close.

[[open! PLEASE entertain me, i beg you.]]

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Alec had more Chinese food than any human really needed and the TV was stuck.

The TV was stuck on a show that seemed to be mainly about teenagers who lived in a house together and did stupid things, to be specific. They didn't seem to like each other, and the ones that did like each other had very odd ways of showing it; none of them seemed to have jobs or any obligations outside of going to the beach, drinking, and fighting with each other; and the camera regularly zoomed in the face of one of the girls, whose face was a color not typically found in nature and certainly not found on the average person's skin.

Alec... didn't understand it at all. Not the show itself, not the appeal of the show, none of it. But the TV refused to turn off, so he stared blankly at the screen as he ate his Chinese food, missing aaaall the jokes and becoming increasingly annoyed with the characters. As you do.

yinandyango.livejournal.com

Fawn was so relieved to be back in the dorms, back into sharing a larger amount of space with just one other person when it came to sleeping, that she was going to celebrate by actually venturing out of her room and not even to go up to the roof to be all brooding and moody. She was actually going to go to the common room and spend time there. It was crazy talk, she knew, but she went ahead and made herself a sandwich, curled up a little on the couch, and reflected on how this wasn't so bad. Of course, there weren't any people there yet, either, but she flipped through the channels a little, found nothing really interesting on, and contented herself to nosh and read some nice uplifting poetry.

Yup. Definitely beat the tents. If she fell asleep here like she did on the beach, she didn't even have to worry about sand in uncomfortable places.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

yinandyango.livejournal.com

Fawn felt like slipping up to the roof that evening. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do. There was no harmonica music, not yet; her attentions were focused on a more literary pursuit at the moment, though the instrument of choice was tucked away into her pocket. At the moment, she was scribbling away at some more poems, her bobbing a little with the rhythm of her words as she wrote them down.

Ever since Peeta had told her about those Hunger Games back where he was from, her creativity had been fueled, practically filling a whole notebook with, essentially, fan fiction, though she wouldn't have recognized that term as applied to it. Various scenarios where she tried to imagine a world like that and put herself into it. Most of them involved her dying horribly, whether from refusing to fight or attempting to fight and failing miserably. One or two of them were done on a good day, and the system was broken or she survived, but those were rare. There was even one very special poem on how she was chosen as both the girl and boy combatants. Only a few pages were left in the journal, and she went to fill them up tonight, wondering what to write about after it was filled.

[[ open roof is...you guess it...emo. ]]

yinandyango.livejournal.com

Truth be told, Fawn couldn't sleep last night. It was all too strange for her. Maybe if she had her own room, the attempt would have been more successful, but having to share a room with someone else, especially a strange boy, nice as Peeta seemed to be, was just weird. She tried, but spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling and wondering if she'd wake up the next day, find out that it was all just a big misunderstanding, that she got accepted to Performing Arts after all and, even though she didn't want to go there, she could come back home and everything would be set right. She ended up slipping out in the wee hours of the morning and had been gone exploring as quietly as she could since then.

She was extremely pleased to discover a stairway to the roof, though, reminding her of the stairway to the roof of their own flat in New York, in the converted factory building, and how she would sometimes spend time up there and how her father would sneak up there, too, though neither of them did so with anyone knowing. She usually enjoyed the height and the fact that it would be so incredibly easy to just slip right off the side if things got to be too much.

Things were definitely not that bad now, but Fawn found it nice to sit up there, forget everything that was going on underneath her in this new dormitory building, and she just watched the sun come up. After a while, she pulled out her harmonica and began to play, because it was just as easy to get lost in the music, and much better, besides.

She wondered if people could hear hear, down on the ground, or from their windows, across the island and the ocean or however far the wind decided to carry the long, soulful sound.

[[ open roof is open, of course! I got sent home from work due to rain, lulz. ]]

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