Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

[willbethenight]

Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so

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[wrongkindofsith]

Actually, right now, Cara would argue that the fact there were no dead bodies in her wake as proof her willpower was stronger. "Bruce."

[willbethenight]

"Cara," Bruce said. "What's new in the world?"

Focus on the unsexy talk. World events. Nothing sexy there.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Nothing important," Cara replied, lounging across the couch. It had been a while since she'd had a good lounge. "What about you?"

[willbethenight]

"Right now I'm trying to be very interested in the stock market of a world that isn't mine," Bruce said. "Sounds like trouble."

[unburnt_queen]

"This looks boring," Dany offered, sounding somewhat relieved as she padded into the common room. She had all three dragons with her, because they provided still more distraction, and kept her from running off to tap on certain people's doors. Or worse.

[willbethenight]

Of course, the fact that Bruce was out here meant a certain person had the room to himself. Not that Dany necessarily knew that.

"It is. Refreshingly so," Bruce said.

[unburnt_queen]

It was probably a good thing all around that she didn't know that. Or a bad thing. Perspective dependent.

"Oh, look. Something about that campaign I don't understand," Dany offered, gesturing to the television as she took a seat. "I'm not sure that there's anything better for my mood right now that looking at Ron Paul's face. Refreshing indeed."

[willbethenight]

"I see you've caught onto the plan," Bruce said, flashing a smile. AND THEN IMMEDIATELY PUTTING THE SMILE AWAY. "In record time, too."

[randomspanish]

Freddie was having issue himself, and he'd gone for a walk to try and clear his head. He'd ended up in the common room and went to pour himself a glass of water.

"Anything exciting happening in the world?" he asked, when he saw the news broadcast.

[willbethenight]

"Nothing new and exciting," Bruce said. "Just the same old people yelling at each other."

[randomspanish]

"And I bet it's, like, a real debate and not hammers versus whipped cream," Freddie said.

He made a mental note to propose a random debate on Friday's iCarly.

"I always wondered how these guys actually... I mean, is it their whole job just to yell on TV?"

[willbethenight]

"At this point, yes," Bruce said. "They used to get paid to yell more quietly off TV. Now they're in the big leagues."

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper was frustrated. Not for the reason that most of the dorms seemed to be. Actually, the frustration was due to the fact that most of the dorms was frustrated about something that she really didn't- well, comprehend wasn't the right word, as she comprehended the concepts of being in heat and mating well enough. They just didn't apply to her, so she really had no frame of reference for what everyone else was feeling.

The entire building reeked of sex, though, which was somewhat irritating. Unfortunately there was only so much time she and Blind Seer could spend hunting in the Preserve. She'd caught and roasted a couple of rabbits in the firepit on the deck, and now she and Blind Seer were in search of a fridge with enough space to store the leftovers. Or someone who felt like snacking on some nice roasted rabbit. Either would work.

"Ah, hello," she greeted, when she found this particular common room occupied.

[willbethenight]

"Good evening," Bruce said. "...What's that you're carrying?"

[kestrelswolf]

"Rabbit," she held it up so Bruce could see it in all its skinned, roasted glory. "You like?" she offered.

[willbethenight]

"I've only had it a couple times. It wasn't bad," Bruce said. "But I'm on a boring food diet tonight."