Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening
Jessica settled in the common room looking to take her mind off of her recent troubles. On TV tonight there was football and tennis and supposedly real housewives and Storage Wars and so on. None of it actually good, as far as she was concerned. And if she was going to watch something that wasn't good anyway, she was going to to watch something horrible.
That was why she sought out The Proceeding. And she was going to... well, not enjoy it, because her sense of irony wasn't nearly refined enough for that. But she was going to turn her brain off so she didn't sprain something and she was going to eat popcorn, and she was going to enjoy that.
And there wasn't anything you could do about it. If you were looking to do something about it. Why would you do something about that? Did you hate people who enjoyed themselves? Shame.
That was why she sought out The Proceeding. And she was going to... well, not enjoy it, because her sense of irony wasn't nearly refined enough for that. But she was going to turn her brain off so she didn't sprain something and she was going to eat popcorn, and she was going to enjoy that.
And there wasn't anything you could do about it. If you were looking to do something about it. Why would you do something about that? Did you hate people who enjoyed themselves? Shame.