http://shes-got-legs.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-01-07 08:39 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room; Friday Evening [ 01/07 ].

So Ariel's plans didn't turn out quite as she would have liked. Raven was appearing to have a bad day, but she still really wanted to have pizza, inspired by earlier with her idea, and, though it didn't have the privacy of her room like she was sort of thinking would be nice, she still could (try to, anyway) invite Chuck to come have some with her.

It just meant others might have some with them, too. But she could turn it into a party and go with it, and so she picked up a few more pizzas, with a lot of different toppings (no sardines or anchovies, yuck!), but the most prominent one, of course, was the inspiration for all of it.

Because at Pizza Planet, they said they would make a Cheetos pizza for her.

It was almost enough to make up for the loss of some...ahem...more private time to see how she and Chuck might handle some...ahem...private time...


[[ open common room is open! pizzas are moddable! I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MY FAILURE TO TAG ANYONE YESTERDAY EITHER ]]

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
A simple mind read and she would know. Where was the fun on that though?

"Okay then, Food...Fanatic. Let's take a bite of that exotic pizza of yours. And for the record, I cook bad enough to know when something's edible or not, so any time you cook, save me some?"

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing some fire can't solve", answered with a grin. Charlie took a slice of the Cheetos monstrousity, and licked her lips.

"What doesn't kill you..."

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Or gives you indigestion, but eh, semantics."

She took a bit, and made a face. Once she was done, Charlie shrugged. "Not half bad, and there's no such thing a too much fire, really."

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Charlie was biased, Ariel.

"Not much fire, eh?" Yeah, she couldn't imagine it. "...Rained a lot?" That was the best she could manage.

"Bonfires..." She could appreciate that, perhaps.

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Lots of water, then. Charlie had no idea. An island?

"I know about...fire. But yeah, some things smell like crap. Others explode." In her case, most of them exploded.

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
She was too cute to feel annoyed at. "Don't tell me you...of course you did."

Cute, and dangerous.

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
The can probably even had pretty big pictures depicting people on fire.

"Believe me when I say, I know better than many of the thrills of setting things on fire but-- dangerous, really."

Like, really.

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Charlie, a role model?

Fandom was truly a weird place. "Look, if you do plan on doing it again, lemme know. I can show you a trick or two..."

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
And then Charlie remembered what had been bothering her all day long, and it wasn't the calls.

"Find me next week with something that goes boom and you'll see." She was just going to wink at her.

[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Five-One-Five. With Leda?" Maybe she knew the elf girl. "Probably Tuesday or Wednesday will be a good day." More steam to release, at least.