Fourth floor common room, late Saturday night
Sam as on the couch, remote in hand, staring unhappily at the television. Since leaving the picnic and moving her suitcase up to her room, she'd been getting twitchier and twitchier. Maybe it was Carly withdrawal. Maybe it was the shock of suddenly being in Iceland at a new school. Maybe it was leftover paranoia from getting convinced her "big sibling" was part of a conspiracy to turn her into a nub.
Possibly, it was because she hadn't had any meat in a few hours.
Either way, she was positively buzzing as she flipped through the channels fast enough to require a seizure warning. She couldn't find "Celebrities Underwater" anywhere. There wasn't even a Dingo Channel! Just some mouse thing which, well, was pretty much just as bad.
What was with this school?
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It wasn't so much a full on scream as a half-voiced growl of frustration. She didn't want any armored police troopers hunting her down for disturbing the peace.
[ooc: open for any other late night East Coasters or even *gasp* other time zones!]
Possibly, it was because she hadn't had any meat in a few hours.
Either way, she was positively buzzing as she flipped through the channels fast enough to require a seizure warning. She couldn't find "Celebrities Underwater" anywhere. There wasn't even a Dingo Channel! Just some mouse thing which, well, was pretty much just as bad.
What was with this school?
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It wasn't so much a full on scream as a half-voiced growl of frustration. She didn't want any armored police troopers hunting her down for disturbing the peace.
[ooc: open for any other late night East Coasters or even *gasp* other time zones!]