Room 406, evening

Xander ( slammed out of his room ) carrying a whiteboard and a black dry-erase marker under his arm, heading for... well... anywhere away from there. Anywhere that hopefully contained no singing.

He may have looked a little odd, what with the large piece of duct tape over his mouth.

Room 406, Sunday the 5th

With Xander flipped out about something or other, taking off for God knows where and still not back yet, it was up to Jeremiah to protect Room 406. So he did. Vigilantly. Except for that one bit where he got a little distracted. But mostly? Completely on the ball. Ribbit.

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{ooc - mostly to appease the frog's OCD, but if roomie wants to use it as a room post, feel free.}