Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[wantstodirect]

Tony had a can of pop, a bag of beef jerky and a can of spray cheese. He settled in the second floor common room to watch this week's episode of Darkest Night. Tonight Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant investigated crop circles. Aliens? Fakes? Or... something else?

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[bitten_notshy]

"What's this one about?" Jack asked as he roamed in and took a seat. He tended to forget Darkest Night was on, but radio the week before had reminded him.

[wantstodirect]

"Hey," Tony smiled. "Crop circles and a possible alien invasion. I think it ends up being demon gophers or something, though."

[bitten_notshy]

"I have to say," Jack observed, "it's never occurred to me to be afraid of gophers. I'll have to be more careful."

"How have you been, Tony?"

[wantstodirect]

"Pretty good," Tony said, then added, "I got some news from Lee recently."

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper gave the can of spray cheese an odd look, but shrugged and grabbed a bag of the crispy potato-snacks.

Then, once she and Blind Seer were settled on the couch, she switched to giving the television an odd look. What was a 'crop circle' and why were so many people concerned about them?

"What," she said slowly, "is going on?" Tony was probably used enough to that question from her, at least.

[wantstodirect]

"TV show?" Tony teased. "Stories being acted out?"

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper fixed him with a mock-glare. "You is being very funny," she replied dryly.

[wantstodirect]

Tony grinned. "Okay, crop circles are patterns in farmers' crops that some people think are made by aliens."

[bigdamndestiny]

Having managed to get the door open, Merlin walked to the second floor. As flying indoors? Was a horrible idea.

But perching on the back of the couch would work out so very well.

HE HAD HIS STORIES TO WATCH.

[kestrelswolf]

"Merlin?" Firekeeper guessed, remembering that he'd been a bird like this before. And also he was here. If it were some random bird or another transformed student, they probably would not have been so invested in the television program.

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin replied with a pathetic little noise of birdly 'Yes'. He hated this island sometimes.

A lot.

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper did not, generally speaking, really do sympathy. It just wasn't in her. For this, though? She managed.

"Perhaps it will not last long?" it worried her, a little, that this sort of thing was routine enough that it didn't actively make her angry anymore.

[thatsamilkshake]

It had been way too long since Francine had caught up with Darkest Night - partly the hiatus and then the new night, and partly oh, hi, life.

She was here now, though, and that's what mattered, right? Or possibly the Tupperware of warm-from-the-kitchen chocolate chip cookies she brought was what mattered. Petty details.

"Hey, guys," she said, giving the room a smile and a wave of the container. "Cookies?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah peered over at Francine's tupperware of sugar fuel, and gave her a hopeful look. "Cookies for someone recovering from the SAT's?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Nope!" Francine shook her head. "Cookies for everybody else, but none for people who take the SAT."

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave her the best Wibble Face she had. And sniffled. WOES.

[blondecanary]

Dinah wandered down from her room, looking vaguely shell-shocked, and collapsed next to Tony. "Feed me?"

[wantstodirect]

Tony sprayed a bit of cheese on a piece of jerky and offered it to her. "How'd they go?"

[blondecanary]

"Bleeeeeah." Which was not a response to the jerky, which was accepted with a smile and a bite. "Thanks. They were there. I was there. I don't think either of us enjoyed the experience."

[wantstodirect]

"Glad you made it back alive," Tony said.