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Nobody Owens ([personal profile] therewaslife) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-01-08 09:46 am

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!]

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo didn't get out into the common areas often, to the point where this was almost like sighting a unicorn. A really pissy unicorn.

"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.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some of 'em are okay," Katchoo conceded grudgingly. "Most of 'em are just stupid, though."

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.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. Until it gets to be a habit." Screw the doubled filter; she'd just add an extra scoop of grounds to make up for it, and Katchoo finally crammed the filter basket into the coffee machine and gave the pot a cursory sort of rinsing-out before she filled it. "'sides, they always leave out the part where the bird gets the crap scratched out of it in the process."

A healthy dose of cynicism: part of your perfectly balanced breakfast?

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Bod was wise, then. The other way led to Katchoo possibly throwing chairs out windows in the end.

"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.]

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes simple was appealing, and after every other goddamn thing in her life being so complicated all the time Katchoo actually found herself relaxing into the conversation.

"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."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't always go home again," Katchoo said slowly, half to herself. She wasn't that much of a literary person, but there were reasons unrelated to Francine's unfortunate toga incident that the sophomore year Puncture High School play stuck with her. "Can't stay here either, though. Not forever."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just in the way you're thinking?" Katchoo finally got the coffee brewing, and turned around to actually look at him. Kid was, despite her efforts to keep not caring, kind of interesting. "Y'know, if you're gonna get metaphysical on me, I was never much for that sort of thing."

Philosophical, maybe. That was different, but outright admitting interest put a damper on her ability to keep people at arm's length.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. Throw a curveball at me, why don't you," she said idly as she rummaged for a mug (not paying a whole lot of attention to its cleanliness; as long as it didn't have something green and fuzzy growing in it, it was fine). "Here I was all ready to hear you out on something about us living on in the memories we leave behind, or our essence living in the walls because we've left our mark on the place, or somethin' like that, and you go for that."

Briefly, she thought of Emma Glass. "So what if someone gets cremated, and their ashes get scattered? Whaddya say home is for them?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually." So maybe Lake Ontario was home for Emma now. "Maybe they're the ones who get the really sprawling floorplan, huh?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"All of them?" Katchoo asked curiously. "I don't go for the fire-and-brimstone crap, but you think everybody deserves that?"

That wasn't entirely true, actually; she sort of believed in hell, if only to believe it existed for people like Darcy and Ace.
Edited 2010-01-08 20:07 (UTC)

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd have laughed in his face if she didn't already have the impression he'd been some kind of sheltered; as it was Katchoo let out a snort. "Say they make it easy on you, and there's no problem with being fair about the judging. We're talking someone who's a monster and damn proud of it, and admits it. The kind of person who thinks the entire world is theirs to use however the hell they want, and screw anyone who wants different."