Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening, shortly before bedtime

[fat_halpert]

Somebody put a whole bunch of candy on a table in the common room.

That same somebody put up signs saying "FREE CANDY! FOURTH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!"

And then he went back to his room on the second floor, far away from any kids that would be unable to get to sleep thanks to him and his sugar.

[OOC: Jim's not here anymore. He's just mean.]

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[stocksgrrl]

Turtle, chugging a bottle of root beer, came into the common room with the sign about the candy and smirked as she realized that all those spoils looked awfully familiar. Oh, well. She grabbed a handful of Pixi Sticks and plopped on the couch, and then promptly started dumping them into her drink.

[imissmydolphin]

"You shouldn't do that." Even at a young age, Lucas was a know-it-all.

[stocksgrrl]

"Why not?" Turtle frowned at Lucas. "The sugar makes it better!"

[imissmydolphin]

"Because mixing pixy stix and soda makes your stomach explode. There are experiments that prove it."

There weren't.

[stocksgrrl]

"Nuh-uh! You're making that up! That's not Pixi Stix, that's a different kinda candy!"

...She hoped. She did give the root beer a skeptical look.

[imissmydolphin]

"I mean it! They bubble inside your stomach and then it gets too much pressure built up and then you explode." Lucas eyed her. "Don't get guts on me."

[stocksgrrl]

"Whatever! If I explode, I'm gonna get my guts allllll over you and it'll be icky and gross and then I'll come back to life as a ghost and laugh at you covered in my icky gross guts!"

[imissmydolphin]

"I don't like you. Well, when you DIE, I'm gonna feed your guts to someone's dog and then they're going to eat it and digest it and then poo it all out. Then you'll be dog poo because you didn't listen to me."

[stocksgrrl]

"It won't matter to me because I'll be dead. Duh. And you do so like me. Everyone likes me." And if they didn't? She'd kick them until they did.

[imissmydolphin]

"I don't like dog poo."

[stocksgrrl]

"An' I'm not dog poo until the dog eats my guts after I explode, which isn't going to happen because you made that up."

[imissmydolphin]

"I didn't make it up! It's scientific fact! I'm a scientist!"

[stocksgrrl]

"Do you have a scientific report to back up this claim?" Turtle challenged.

[imissmydolphin]

"Yes!" No. "I'll show it to you tomorrow. It's in my room." He was spending tonight writing one.

[stocksgrrl]

"I'll see it when I believe it."

Or when her insides were on her outsides. Whichever came first. She took another bold swig.

[imissmydolphin]

"Fine. I'm going to get my raincoat. I don't want blood splattering all over me."