Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/18 ].

Mar 18, 2012 18:45

Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic ( Read more... )

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willbethenight March 18 2012, 23:52:59 UTC
"Hey, Britta," Bruce said. He was stopping by the common room on his way back to the dorms after a long day working in the cave. He had a functioning rebreather now. He would never have to worry about knockout gas ever again.

... Not that he had to deal with that often.

"TV not cooperating?"

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shestheworst March 18 2012, 23:56:39 UTC
Britta grunted a little bit, tempted to just turn the thing off, but then she'd have to actually read a book or something and...well...meh.

"I guess it's too much to ask to want the great mind control box to produce programming that's actually intellectually simulating," she muttered.

Then added, as an afterthought, "Hey, Bruce," with a lingering glance his way because between him and the TV, guess which one was more interesting to look at.

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willbethenight March 19 2012, 00:05:17 UTC
... Mind control box. That was a description he didn't hear often. And that he didn't fully disagree with.

"I usually try to find the first documentary I can and hope for the best," Bruce said. They were almost always about crime, though. "It doesn't work too often, but it's better than a lot of other things you'll find."

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shestheworst March 19 2012, 00:12:39 UTC
Britta shrugged a little. "Seemed most of those were on this History channel, but it was all about World War II," she said. "I mean, interesting, sure, but I really don't think Nazis or the Holocaust are something I want to deal with when I've got a raging St. Patrick's Day hangover..."

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wasthecuteone March 19 2012, 00:39:50 UTC
"Hey, um, whoever you are," Petra said to Britta when she popped into the common room. After watching a few channels flip past on the TV, she offered, "I think Bridal Death Match is on. Or at least a rerun."

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shestheworst March 19 2012, 00:47:42 UTC
"Hey...whoever you are," Britta offered back with uncertainty, because was that how you responded to that? It sounded good enough. "And what horrible, stereotypical-gender-role-reinforcement-sounding hell is Bridal Death Match?"

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wasthecuteone March 19 2012, 00:55:48 UTC
Petra paused halfway to the cabinets to check for snacks, so she could backtrack across the common room and actually look at Britta. "You're not Adina," she said, sounding disappointed, and perhaps a tinge accusatory. "You sound like Adina." How dare you not be Adina, Britta?

"Bridal Death Match is the popular CorporationTM TV show about brides who cage fight each other in order to win the wedding of their dreams." Sometimes Petra talked a little like a promotional TV spot. It was a thing in her universe, and she usually didn't realize she was doing it. She didn't realize when she pronounced the TM, either.

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shestheworst March 19 2012, 01:02:53 UTC
"Who's Adina?" Britta asked, her uncertainty growing as she eyed the other girl speculatively. "And you're right, I'm not her. And that show sounds terrible. Cage fight each other for a wedding? If you're going to get out there and beat the snot out of some other girl, at least do it for something worth while and not something that only propagates the fact that you're a piece of property to be exchanged away in a show of patriarchal ownership of anything female, just so we can continue the farce that is matrimony and pop about even more children to contribute to the overgrown population that we're already fighting to sustain."

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abitlowkey March 19 2012, 00:54:47 UTC
Someone had spent the past week as a fox. It couldn't have been something more clever or with thumbs to open things with. Oh noooo. That would have been far too much.

So, now he was celebrating being able to open doors. By searching for some of those violently orange cheese puffs.

"What is a Cupcake War?" It sounded delicious.

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shestheworst March 19 2012, 00:57:47 UTC
"Um," Britta considered the screen for a minute, where she had paused longer than others because someone with fancy hair said something about vegan. "I honestly have no idea."

But it looked delicious.

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abitlowkey March 19 2012, 01:00:26 UTC
Oh, Food Network.

"I find this vegan creature annoying. Will they perhaps bake her to cease the prattling of how unique she is?"

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shestheworst March 19 2012, 01:18:43 UTC
"Now that would be some poetic justice," said Britta, eyebrows lifting as she considered that morbid turn of events, and shook her head. "It's Cupcake Wars, not Cannibal Wars. I'm pretty sure that's, like, illegal. And gross."

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