009 [Video]

[consultcriminal]

[He's so professional today. Moriarty's leaning forward at his desk, with Rhianna's Disturbia playing in the background. He might have been jamming to it earlier. Who knows.]

Dinosaurs! I love dinosaurs! [His hands fly out slightly, as if to make this point more...obvious.] Why wouldn't anyone take me to see the dinosaurs? I find that most unfair! I deserve to see dinosaurs just like everyone else. Instead, I saw them on a screen. [Most. Dramatic. Sigh. Ever. Fortunately, he composes himself enough to continue.]

Did you bring something fun with you, at least? I like treasures just as much as anyone else. Share!

Also, is there just an extremely friendly warden willing to do me a bit of a favour? Just a small one? [He puts his hands a short distance apart.] This small.

Comments

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

I thought so, too. Well, mysterious little girl, I will take your offer.

[worstsongever]

Oh, sorry, I'm Olive. I can bring them to you...?

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Oh, any old common room will do. For simplicity, let's say 8.

[worstsongever]

Eight's a good number. I don't think I got your name, though.

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Oh, manners. They escape me today.

Jim Moriarty.

[worstsongever]

Mo-- [Nope. Learn your lesson and let it go, Olive.] Uh - good to meet you. I'll bring my meager collection right up. [She's lending DVDs to professor Moriarty this is awesome. c:]

spam/assume?

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[Less professor and more crazy dude Moriarty.] Wonderful!

I am so looking forward to it.

Spam? I want to get her out more. xp

[worstsongever]

[Still named Moriarty. It's close enough for now. :c But stacking up her television collection, Olive starts the climb to level eight.]

WOOT! Spam it is!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[Jim waited in the common room, Glee playing on his laptop. Every so often, he smirked, but he never actually erupted into full out laughter. That would be shameful.]

Spam!

[worstsongever]

[Who laughs, amirite. Olive makes a grand entrance full of awkward faces as her stack nearly tips right over.] Gah - oh, hey! Here we go, all in working order. I think they survived the spill on level seven.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[He looked up, making no move to help her. He simply shifted his laptop to the side and sat up straighter.]

Oh, well, we should hope so! [He gave a grand gesture to the table in front of him.]

Spam!

[worstsongever]

[Lack of gentlemanliness is noted, but it's more or less what she expects from guys as a whole right now, so it's not exactly surprising. The DVDs go right to the table, where she spreads them out.]

Procedurals, female empowerment, and more procedurals. Take your pick.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[He watched her and then sat forward, scanning his choices.] Well, someone spends way too much time in front of the television. [Says the guy with Glee paused on his laptop.]

And where did you manage to gather such a collection?

Spam!

[worstsongever]

[Olive leans over to spy the Gleekiness, and makes a face at him.] Uh-huh. Says the guy watching Glee on his computer.

[She shrugs, and straightens, putting her hands on her hips.] Target. Everything is beautifully priced, there.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[He gave her a rather disdainful look at the mention of price and reached out to sift through each of the DVDs. But he didn't have the attention for it.]

Oh, just give me...something. What would you recommend? [He leaned back casually.]

Spam!

[worstsongever]

[Oh, disdainful looks, how she's missed them. Olive presses her lips together and nods just a little in a welp, I shouldn't be surprised way.]

For you? Definitely Xena.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[Clapping his hands together once, he digs through to find his treasure.]

Ah, Xena. Only the finest, I assume? And not exactly a safe choice either. Come now, tell me what you were thinking.

Spam!

[worstsongever]

What's wrong with taking a little risk? The campy dialogue is made up for in the painstakingly plotted yet completely unbelievable fight scenes, trust me.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Ah, a girl who likes her risks. [Jim gave a low whistle.] You don't often see that.

Though, coming here as a teenager...now that a risk.

Spam!

[worstsongever]

[She shrugs one shoulder.] I figure if I can handle all the snarls and snags of public high school, I can handle potential insanity in a variant institution.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

[He idly tapped the DVD case against his hand.]

Ah, the arrogance of adolescence. It's endearing in a way, don't you think? [Pause.] Of course you do.

Spam!

[worstsongever]

I'd go with intensely pathetic, actually, but endearing sounds much more...endearing. Let's stick with that.

Spam!

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Good. [He glanced to his laptop and then back to her.] I don't suppose you need help taking those back, do you? [Yeah, he's not getting up.]

Spam!

[worstsongever]

...No, I've got it. [ She picks up the others, makes one of those fun tch sounds with her tongue and oh, how to finish this off...she salutes with one finger, and turns to head off.]

Enjoy.