Room 511, Monday Afternoon/Evening

[deanforrester]

Dean had certainly had an interesting first day at Fandom High. If "interesting" was even the right word to use, which he doubted. More like "freakish" or "crazy", and yeah, maybe "exciting", too. Almost everyone he'd seen had thought he was someone else somehow, whether because he was named Dean or because he looked like Sam

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[daemonridden]

Lyra wandered into the room, talking excitedly to Pan. She stopped when she entered, and looked quizically at the stereo.

"What's that?" she asked, over the noise.

[ooc: I know we aren't done with the lawn scene; I hope it's okay that I posted. If you want to wait until the first part's done, I'm cool, just let me know.]

[deanforrester]

Dean turned it down, sheepishly smiling. "Sorry! Uh, I didn't mean to turn it up too loud. It's The Sugarplastics. Their first album, actually." He handed her the CD case from where he sat at his desk chair. "If you don't like it, I can listen to something else. Or I can use my headphones. I'm cool with whatever."

[[ooc: It's fine! We can just slow-play this one until the other one's done. I probably should've waited to make this post anyway, augh.]]

[daemonridden]

"It's not that loud. I just. That's a strange machine. And the music is... different than what I'm used to, that's all." She went over to the stereo, looking at the shiny plastic, but not wanting to touch the buttons or dials.

[ooc: what do they sound like? I tried to get a sample, but there's nothing online that I can find.]

[deanforrester]

"A strange...oh, so your world doesn't have the same kind of technology this one has, either? I guess I kind of assumed it was mostly equivalent." He nodded his head towards it. "Go ahead. It's pretty hard to break."

[[ooc: That is because I am dumb and typed "The Sugarplastic" with an s. It's kind of folky-brit-rock sounding? Maybe?]]

[bookyeve]

Evie passed by the doorway on her way to the stairwell, stopped, turned around and came back. That was supposed to be music-- wasn't it?

She stood in the doorway a moment, perplexed and looking for the phonograph, then turned pink when she realized the room was occupied. "Um, hullo."

[deanforrester]

Dean looked up from his desk, turning down the music and smiling at the cute girl in his doorway. "Hey. Like the Sugarplastics?"

[bookyeve]

"The Sugar what?" Evie tenatively took a step into the doorway, but didn't come in any further. A boy's bedroom. Oh my. That part of the co-ed rooming situation hadn't sunk in yet, before this. "I'm afraid I've never heard of them. What kind of music is this? It's rather--" She frowned, trying to isolate why it was different, then decided, "It's very heavy on the rhythm section, isn't it?"

[deanforrester]

"The Sugarplastics. They're a band." He took in her confused expression, and figured she must be one of the ones from a different world or time or planet or dimension or whatever. "This is rock music. I'm guessing they don't have it yet where you come from?" He stood, motioning that she could come in. "I'm sorry, my name's Dean. Feel free to sit down if you want. I'm sure my roommate wouldn't mind. She must be out investigating the place or something."

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe only had a few more days to torture greet newbies, so she wandered up to the fifth floor to see who she could find, and did a bit of a double take as she wandered past one of the rooms. "Hey, Sam," she said, poking her head in. "Am I going crazy, or did you switch rooms?"

[deanforrester]

Dean started answering before he'd actually looked up, used to dealing out his explanation by now. "Not Sam. Dean. And not..." He grinned when he saw the girl standing in his door. Definitely not a shortage of looks around here, oh no. "Um. Hi."

[mycanonhatesme]

"Hi," Chloe replied, stepping back to take a better look at him. "Oh wow. You're really not Sam, are you? God, I love how this place only attracts doubles for the really cute guys."

[deanforrester]

He stood up and offered his hand, hoping he didn't look too red. He'd probably blushed more in the past twenty-four hours than he had. Um, probably ever. "I'm Dean Forrester, actually. From Stars Hollow. And, uh. Thanks, I think?"