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[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

[worstsongever]

...You're a Gleek. [Sneeeerk sh is slightly amused by this.]

Uh, well - I think I have some NCIS around, if you're into procedurals.

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Ah, there is a term for it. Brilliant! Molly would be pleased.

Hm. Well, I don't see how it could hurt.

[worstsongever]

[Smiling. Well done Jim, she is fooled. :c] Who's Molly?

Iii think I've also got some Castle around, if you want hilarious procedurals. And maybe just a tiny smidgen, really of Battlestar Galactica.

[Oh so very long a beat]

....And Xena.

[consultcriminal.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a girl. [He waves his hand in dismissal, far more interested in her selection.] Xena. Oh, now that's entertainment. Get back to the...primal instinct in people. Absolutely brilliant.

[worstsongever]

Primal instinct and bad scripting, you mean? Yeah. It's surprisingly hard to give up.

[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.