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Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8
There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.
Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.
Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.
Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.
[common rooms are open places!]
Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.
Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.
Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.
[common rooms are open places!]
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He hadn't seen any ownership proclamations on the common room but maybe American ways were different than British ways. Or maybe he was just overthinking this way too much.
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"I'm not stoppin' you, but I never said I had to like it," she said over her shoulder from the cabinets, in between muttered epithets. Stupid coffee filters sticking to each other, like making coffee didn't already take more work than she was awake for.
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She could have been talking about cartoons. She could have been talking about people. Either way she was also talking about the coffee filters; she'd finally managed to unstick most of them and was down to trying to peel apart the last two, which seemed to be clinging to each other with a ridiculous tenacity.
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And funnier. Bod had to admit it was funny.
"It's nice to pretend sometimes that serious things don't matter."
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A healthy dose of cynicism: part of your perfectly balanced breakfast?
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"Not an expert," Katchoo muttered. "What's there to explain? Everybody beats the crap out of each other and it never lasts and people think it's funny. Who frikkin' needs reality, right?"
[OOC: The management would like to sincerely apologize to the entire common room for cranky!Chewie.]
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Forgive him, Katchoo, he was young and still idealistic. Everything about life was pretty enjoyable to him still.
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Metaphorically speaking that ghost thing probably came up in an overdramatic internal monologue at some point.Oh, he'd be forgiven, if secretly. She kind of thought it was cute, if naive."Sure, they can," Katchoo conceded. "Seems like it's too hard for a lot of 'em though. Least, outside of Fandom."
Hey, look, she admitted that much at least.
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"If I wasn't graduating at the end of this semester," she began, then shook her head. "Everybody's gotta go back eventually, I guess."
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Philosophical, maybe. That was different, but outright admitting interest put a damper on her ability to keep people at arm's length.
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It probably sounded morbid to some people but, to Bod, it sounded natural. That was their home and they lived there just as Bod lived in his dorm room.
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Briefly, she thought of Emma Glass. "So what if someone gets cremated, and their ashes get scattered? Whaddya say home is for them?"
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His mother, for instance. His father. His entire family.
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That wasn't entirely true, actually; she sort of believed in hell, if only to believe it existed for people like Darcy and Ace.
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