Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona was just innocently channel-surfing. Seriously. But then she came across what was either the worst movie she'd ever seen, or a work of genius.She was leaning towards the former

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[theotherpeter]

"Oh, perfect," Peter said, hopping into a spot on a couch. "Ever since I started this guy's class, I was planning on trying to track down all of these. How is it so far?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Awesomely terrible," Ramona said, shaking her head despairingly. "Oh, Lucas."

[theotherpeter]

"You've seen his work before?" Peter asked. "I mean, I'd never heard of the guy before last friday. Now I think he's the new best worst actor since Dolph Lundgren."

Ah, to be from kinda the past.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Not really," Ramona hedged carefully. "I just kinda know him from before he was famous."

[willbethenight]

Bruce was on his way back from working out when he thought he heard the sound of horrifyingly sappy and emotionally ploying melodrama that probably featured some kind of bizarre twist at the end as a cheap last second attempt at getting more tears from overly emotional people.

Yes, he got all of that while briefly pausing on the stairwell's second floor landing. And it felt like a challenge.

"Ramona. What are you watching, exactly?" Bruce had to ask.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Crappy movie my acting teacher's in," she answered, peeking over the sofa at him. "There's popcorn."

[willbethenight]

"That Lee guy?" Bruce asked, heading over to take a seat near the popcorn. "I hope this means he won't get on the radio to complain about people around here not seeing his movies again."

[dabblinginbitch]

"Maybe. He probably still will," Ramona noted. "But I hadn't really his body of work was so...um, diverse."

A pause, and then, "No, seriously, this is terrible. I'm so disappointed."

[hoorayimrich]

Tony had spent his day working on a vacuum that he managed to break his soon to be secret lab from which he could work. Or fight crime. But the crime fighting part hadn't really registered as a plausible lifestyle choice, so the lab was primarily to continue working on his various projects.

But now he was back at the dorms and in search for something vaguely edible and not requiring more than a microwaving. Which would be why he ended up watching a truly special movie from the doorway. "What."

He was getting to more words. Eventually.

[dabblinginbitch]

"He teaches acting here," Ramona said, pointing at the screen. "Clearly he's very qualified."

[hoorayimrich]

"So, it's a class on what not to do, right?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I don't think Lucas thinks so," Ramona said, pursing her lips and shaking her head thoughtfully.

[dontvotemeout]

Jason had intended to only peek into the common room, but when he spotted Ramona, he went all the way in and gave her a little wave. "Hey, how's it going?" he said, glancing between her and the television. "This looks...interesting."

[dabblinginbitch]

"You're really playing fast and loose with the word 'interesting,' there, Jason," Ramona replied, waving back. "That's our acting teacher. Right there. With the chin strap and the crying."

[dontvotemeout]

Jason stared at the television for a moment in disbelief. "Uh, are you sure he's qualified to be teaching that subject? 'Cause it doesn't look like it from here."

[dabblinginbitch]

"This gives me more insight to his qualifications," Ramona said thoughtfully. "Tomorrow's class might be interesting."