http://bears-omnitrix.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bears-omnitrix.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-03-30 10:24 pm

TV, Junk Food and Sumos [Bendytimed to after Pod Pop]

The sound of manly grunting, yells and otherwise loud shouts from a large screen could be heard as accompanied by the sound of crunching and the noise of a drink being emptied with a few slurps. In a far corner of the Media Library, there was a area that was termed "Ben's Corner" which was a rather elaborate set up. A futon rolled out on a table against the wall, a large screen complete with media playback device, and the remains of snack food, mostly popcorn laying to the side.

Ben's hand was dipping into the bowl again, crunching a large handful of popcorn once more as he watched Sumo Slammers on what amounted to a wide screen television. He had found records of media from his homeworld, Sumo Slammers Classic and Hero Generation, and a third unreleased season called Evolutions and was enthralled by his favorite television show. Slurping from his drink, he clicked fast forward through the credits and set up the next episode.

"Man what time is it?" he wondered, looking at the Omnitrix which stared back at him without displaying the time. Shrugging, he ate another handful of popcorn and sipped his drink. "Boy I hope the bus doesn't miss a sudden dip in junk food."

Ben belched, a resounding echoing noise across the Media Library before he settled back down for another episode.

[identity profile] static-shock68.livejournal.com 2010-03-31 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, nice one, man." Static said, walking over. He'd been having issues lately, something nagging at him, and he'd finally figured it out about an hour ago; he never got to see the movie they made out of one of his favorite shows, Lightning Bug. It was supposed to end the series, but first there had been the whole Club thing, then the titans.. he never saw it. So he was hoping the media library might have it.

"What'cha watching?"

[identity profile] static-shock68.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Sweet deal. Mind if I join you? I could use some mindless animationy goodness." He said, taking handful of popcorn.

[identity profile] static-shock68.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice. Oh, when we're done, don't let me forget to get you to change me back. I have officially given up on pranking Rose." Static said, grabbing a chair and sitting. The one flaw with being ten years older, he'd noticed, was joints not being quite as forgiving as they used to be. Sitting down showed him that.

[identity profile] static-shock68.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Meh." Static shrugged. "There was no big 'people take me seriously as an adult' moment, which says something. Did save my ass when we were... whatever we were doing about the nightmare king. It's fuzzy."

At no point in saying this did his eyes leave the screen. Dude was hooked.

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-03-31 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"High sugars at this time of night? Aren't you supposed to be in bed, getting some sleep?" Nura is leaning in the doorway, smiling a playfully innocent smile. The glow of the television brings out the blue blue in her eyes. She cocks her head to the side, arching a white eyebrow archly. "Or does your watch make you half nocturnal as well, Ben?"

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-03-31 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Nura giggles playfully at Ben's rapport and sweeps her long, wavy white hair off of her shoulders. She really needs to get it cut sometime soon before she forgets. "Really? Your parents must be pretty relaxed to let their teenage son defend the planet past his curfew." Her parents certainly didn't.

"Don't mind if I do," she coolly says, picking a beanbag chair from the wall and dropping it down with a plop next to the couch. She dropped down into it, settling. When she was settled, she leaned back into the beanbag and turned her attention to the television.

"So...this is what you would watch in your dimension?"

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-03-31 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Image (http://photobucket.com)
"Hmm, really?" She digs her elbow into the beanbag and rests her cheek against in her hand. "Lucky you." Her tone isn't sarcastic, but a bit disappointed. Her parents had been very strict, if the Public Service hadn't been the first clue.

Her lips flattened into a thin line while her white eyebrows raised at the commotion happening on the television. "This seems really violent for a children's program. Are you sure this was for kids?" The glow of the television flickered in hues as the scenes moved. Nura's eyes grew large with child-like delight.

"Not that I am against this program..."

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nura has never seen something so enthralling. Cartoons have been just about been done away with in the thirty-first century. Anything too violent had bene considered not appropriate for children. She'd watched old holo-vids of space-age redoes of the modern classics. At the appropriate age, of course.

The bright colors and action of the program are entrancing. She reaches for popcorn bowl and dips her hand in and retracts with a handful of the popped kernels. She uses her other hand to pop one into her mouth.

"You don't say..." She's at least eighteen, married, fights bad guys for a living, and yet she is drawn to this old children's program. Go figure.

[identity profile] bonk-you-up.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Scout managed to smell his way here. He was inexplicably attracted to junk food. Over the couch came a hand, digging its way into the bowl and then promptly shoving as many chips as possible into its owner's mouth.

With a mouth full of food, Scout offered a "Yo," managing to spray some crumbs out with his greeting.

[identity profile] bonk-you-up.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
((OOC: I have been all over the place losing track of things so I am super sorry for taking forever to tag back eee x_x))

"No idea what Sumo Slammers is," Scout put one hand on the couch and vaulted himself into a seat next to Ben, "But I ain't one t'pass up real food in this place, ya'know?"

[identity profile] bonk-you-up.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh," Scout squinted at the screen, contemplating (except not really) what was on in front of him. The Scout family had had a TV. It was one of their few luxuries. Of course it wasn't in color and nothing Scout ever cared to much about was on it. Plus with seven older brothers he really never could get a good spot in front of it anyway...

He mostly ignored the show, snacking on whatever he could find, "Oh man does it suck eatin' that shit. I can deal with everything else that goes down here but the food just makes it miserable."

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
And in the midst of Ben's marathon was the distinct sound of someone whistling--"The Farmer in the Dell," to be exact.

Having found the weapons locker and retrieved her blaster (downmorphed into her hand for easy transformation), Tenaya had decided to explore the ship when she heard the unmistakable sounds of fantasy violence. Still whistling, she stepped inside the library to see Ben.

"So, this is what heroes of the universe do in their off hours?" she asked.

She was also missing a hand.

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess some things are the same everywhere," she answered. It sounded pretty similar to the Rangers' downtime in the Garage. She was going to have to check the city to see if maybe it was still around.

Looking down at her hand-less wrist, she shrugged. "It'll find its way back. Running recon."

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
There was a flash of distant memory as Tenaya recalled the experiments--or, more accurately, the security footage of her and Dillon trying to escape.

As her hand made its way into the room, she answered (with more than a little coldness), "I hope you never went through the same thing."