Today, the table in the fifth floor common room was covered with all kinds of (moddable) snacks. Pretzels, popcorn, chips, candy, you name it. There was punch, of the dubious red and fizzy variety, with a lump of sherbet floating in it. There were 2-liters of every kind of soda imaginable. And there was a stack of pizzas, piping hot and greasy.
But all of that was backdrop.
Because the focus of the attention in the room was the television -- not the normal common room tv, which had been set off to the side, but Squall's giant high-def flatscreen and surround sound system. When you HAD money, you might as well use it, after all. Squall had enlisted the help of the Internet to rent some of the best worst B movies ever made, and they were going to be presented to anyone who stopped by in the highest definition picture and sound quality available.
Scheme 10 From The Galaxy was in there, of course, along with
Orc II, but the
very first movie hadn't actually appeared on any of the online lists, and it was only by chance that he'd stumbled across it.
On the screen, some sort of asthmatic fiend shambled down the same stretch of hallway over and over. It wasn't scary. It wasn't campy. In fact, the reason the movie hadn't appeared on the internet lists was probably that it was so bad that it wasn't even good-bad, it was just bad. And yet, Squall sat on the couch with a grin on his face, enjoying himself.
Yes, Squall. That Squall. Smiling. Look, it was his birthday, he was allowed, okay?
(Open common room is open!)