Room 406, Thursday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

The door's open, but there's a whiteboard propped on a box in the hallway next to it that says,

"Last night in 406 before I move down to the first floor. Wander in if you want, unless you're a vampire. There's foodity. ~Xander (the one without the accent)"

Inside, Xander's desktop is pretty much empty of everything but a selection of snacks and drinks. Xander's side of the room is pretty close to empty, and on the wall where his posters used to be, a multilingual robot doggie is projecting a marathon of The Real World: Springfield.

Xander's bed is shoved up against one wall, pillows thrown around to make it couchlike for sitting thereupon. As you do.

Inside, you'd find Xander, Isabel, and Bridge hanging out. And RIC, of course.

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{OOC - open for visitors and hanging out. Hopefully not 1000+ comments worth, though! WTF, Common Rooms, WTF?}

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge tries not to laugh.

"That... sounds like him, yeah."

[multiplez]

Z stared some more. "I'll, um, take your word for that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Peter's a little biased. He and Jaye don't get along really well. So don't take what he says about her too seriously," Isabel said. "What exactly was Cam saying about Jello dragons?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Fandom High: We swear we're not all on drugs or drunk. Really. Some of us are just withces, Gifted, vampires, demons, and aliens."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"We'll have to shoot for it. Or at least take turns. Share the wealth and all that."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"If All and Sundries isn't, the Kwik Stop is," Peter said.

[multiplez]

"Yeah...I mean, he seems very nice and I'm very grateful for this opportunity and I'm not complaining, really and yeah. I'll shut up now."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"No. Definitely not," Peter said. "She brought me to a crime boss who offered me pizza once."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna's eyes glazed over. "Happy place."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I'll run down then and grab the supplies we're missing and meet you on the second floor at two am. Yis?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"So you share meals with the bad guys before you fight?" Isabel asked. "Is there a rule book or something you have to follow?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel sighed. "Oh yes, happy place."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, but some of us are really old, so we balance it out," Xander said, waving at her.

[multiplez]

"Oh, aliens," Z says, sounding relieved. "I know from aliens. But all that other stuff...wow."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"That you had snow monsters before, and now he's expecting ones made of sand or jello," Greg said. "And there was talk of, um, wrestling, too." He blushed again. "But he seemed less sure about that happening."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander retrieved the pillow and buried his head under it.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"See, now I'm expecting sharks with feet to come wandering up the beach at some point in June. So I guess we'll have to wait and see which one of us is right." And then Isabel connected the words jello and wrestling. She put her head down on her knees and chuckled. "It figures he would think of that. And put those odds at slim to none. No matter how much he might wish for it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge attempted to pry Xander out from behind the pillow.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan. An insane plan by insane people."

[soldtoarmenians]

"You'd have preferred ferret sex?" Xander asks gamely, mostly because he's apparently decided that his foot tastes so good he's going for the ankle and possibly the shin next.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I haven't met the other Xander," Greg mused. "But yeah. I almost signed up for your thing, since, um, helping people's kind of what I want to do and stuff. If you go for, um, a really broad use of 'help.'"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"He's one of those guys who's managed to stay clean even though everyone knows he's a murdering scumbag. He likes to play mental chess, so I have to play with him from time to time, as sucky as that is," Peter said. "Sometimes that involves pizza. Sometimes that involves webbing his feet to the floor in a fancy restaurant. He plays his way, I play mine."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander cocked his head. "What's a really broad use of help?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Nooooo. I like it here. It's safe! No one gives inappropriate and unnecessary bondage-safety tips."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"You're talking to a guy who's still a skeptic on all things supernatural," Greg pointed out. "Though you convinced me of the alien thing pretty firmly. Ish. I'm still curious, but I believe you, at least. But...sharks with feet? Snow monsters? Magic?" He shook his head ruefully.