Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Midday (11 AM on)
It had taken Jen a really, really, really long time to haul her wagonload of pizzas back to the dorms, and then there was the problem of carrying the pizzas up the stairs 'cause the wagon wouldn't go up the stairs. Well, it would but then the pizzas would fall!
But there was a safety clause in her plans for the day that amounted to "I'm small and I have short arms and it takes me a while to do things," so by the time Jen and a half dozen or so assorted, if not really all that hot any more, pizzas were comfortably settled in the fifth floor common room there was still an hour to spare before Racerranger started, yay!
Jen immediately set out all the pizzas in a neat line on the floor, then pulled all the cushions off the sofa and built herself a little fort. She was not losing the remote control for the TV to anyone, not today! She'd been waiting forever for Racerranger to start, and it had been a WHOLE WEEK since the first episode ran and she WANTED TO KNOW what was going to happen next.
So there was pizza, and Jen in a cushion-fort with the remote control, camped out in front of the TV. (A safe distance back, of course. But just exactly the minimum safe distance.)
[OOC: Might be slow while I get breakfast, but open! . . . I won't actually get to watch RPM until later due to errands.]
But there was a safety clause in her plans for the day that amounted to "I'm small and I have short arms and it takes me a while to do things," so by the time Jen and a half dozen or so assorted, if not really all that hot any more, pizzas were comfortably settled in the fifth floor common room there was still an hour to spare before Racerranger started, yay!
Jen immediately set out all the pizzas in a neat line on the floor, then pulled all the cushions off the sofa and built herself a little fort. She was not losing the remote control for the TV to anyone, not today! She'd been waiting forever for Racerranger to start, and it had been a WHOLE WEEK since the first episode ran and she WANTED TO KNOW what was going to happen next.
So there was pizza, and Jen in a cushion-fort with the remote control, camped out in front of the TV. (A safe distance back, of course. But just exactly the minimum safe distance.)
[OOC: Might be slow while I get breakfast, but open! . . . I won't actually get to watch RPM until later due to errands.]