3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[ihavenocodename]

Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]

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[furnaceface]

After the week he'd had, Jono found himself needing to get the hell out of his room, to wander around and pretend that he was a far more social creature than he actually was. Now and again, he liked to catch people off-guard that way. Just to keep them guessing.

Today's effort saw him heading down to the third floor, peering into the common room, noticing a familiar somebody within, and deciding to head inside and find a place to settle.

//Evening, Jean.//

Shut up. That totally counted as striking up meaningful conversation, in Jono-land.

[ihavenocodename]

"Jono," Jean replied, not one to be put off by his inherent Jono-ness. "How was your break?"

[furnaceface]

//It was...//

He'd nearly been eaten by his ex-girlfriend, the temporary cannibal.

//... Eventful. Spent some quality time with th'other students back at th'Academy. And yers?//

[ihavenocodename]

Cannibals made the world more fun. Really.

"Kinda boring, really. I went on the cruise." She held up her arm as if to elaborate. "Tanned. That was pretty much it."

[not_jaded_yet]

Being back in Fandom meant Jen could go back to being big and green. It just felt better, to be honest.

She walked in and was fascinated by the TV.

"...what is that?" she asked.

[ihavenocodename]

"MTV, I think." You can tell by the lack of music. "There doesn't seem to be much else on."

[not_jaded_yet]

"I guess we missed the rest of the Olympics," Jennifer lamented. "So no crime dramas or game shows on? Because this... this is scaring me."

[ihavenocodename]

"I think it's like the Real World?" Only trashier. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

[willbethenight]

Bruce crossed over with Marvel walked into the common room and gave Jean a smile. He gave everyone else the very, very slight smile that he defaulted to when he was being social without really trying. "Evening. Are those Jersey accents?"

[ihavenocodename]

WHERE IS DAREDEVIL?!

"I think so. It's supposed to be set there." She was hoping it was a comedy. Hoping to god.

Jean, remember your girlish manners. She smiled at him, scooting over on the couch. "Hi."

[willbethenight]

At a stop sign put up by Bruce's old boss.

Bruce took a seat next to her. "It looks enough like Jersey to me," Bruce said. "It's actually filmed on location." He listened for another two seconds. "I'm not sure I know why it was filmed at all, though."

[ihavenocodename]

"People watch really dumb things," Jean suggested with a laugh.

Yeah, and she watched Rumor Gal. Religiously.

[findingelena]

"No more of those sports competitions?" Elena asked, poking her head into the common room and glancing at the television. "Those were fun."

[ihavenocodename]

"No, those ended last night," Jean replied sympathetically. Not that she watched them.

...somewhere... a Canadian is crying and doesn't know why. If this comment actually posts.

[findingelena]

"Ah, well," Elena said, dropping onto a chair easily. "I'm sure there's plenty of interesting things on. Like whatever this is."

She squinted at the TV. "What is this, anyway?"

(The weird thing is, I got that notif and then couldn't see the comment. I was trying to will it into existence WITH MY MIND.)

[ihavenocodename]

"It's like the Real World only in New Jersey." And with fist pounding. And bad hair.

[[LJ, stop being fail!]]

[bamf_tastic]

Jean was in the common room, watching TV. Which meant she was TOTALLY wide open to someone crawling quietly across the ceiling and attempting to drop popcorn in her hair. Without snickering, even.

[ihavenocodename]

Not if mom senses worked! She had practice lately with, you know, her kid being around and all.

"Kurt."

[bamf_tastic]

Bamf!

There was Kurt, walking into the room from that door over there. "Was?"

[ihavenocodename]

And that Jean tossing what might have been a piece of popcorn at him, aided by telekinesis to not just fall to the ground immediately.

Maturely.