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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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"So you're not corrupting poor wee Bridgey yet?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Oh look, there's that tongue again. Even if it's accompanied by a slight flush. "If I was, which I'm not, I wouldn't be doing it with an open door and an audience, yo."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"So the chance of getting caught holds no thrill for you?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snorted. "I'm not religiously opposed to making out in public and semi-public places? But some things don't need a peanut gallery."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto might have muttered something along the lines of "Tell Angel that."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander might have muttered something along the lines of "Locks. Locks are nice. Possibly with chains attached."

He might have heard how that sounded while he was muttering it and regretted it shortly thereafter, granted.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto might have known exactly what he meant but decided to make fun of him anyway. "Not locks, quick release snaps, just in case something goes wrong."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Ooh, smart. I'll keep that in--heeeeey." Xander threw a pillow at her.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto grinned, even after the pillow biffed her in the head. "What? I'm just trying to save you two from an embarrasing situation."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Er, thanks? I think?" Bridge says, eyeing Callisto.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, you don't want to have to even consider calling in a locksmith when you're in that situation."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander retrieved the pillow and buried his head under it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge attempted to pry Xander out from behind the pillow.

[soldtoarmenians]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You can't stay under the pillow forever," Bridge points out.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Why not?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cause it makes stuff like kissing sort of difficult. And also eating."

[soldtoarmenians]

"No, 'cause you could come live behind the pillow too. And you could bring food."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You've obviously thought of everything, then." Bridge says solemnly.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander shakes his head. Well, the pillow shakes, which indicates his head's probably shaking behind it.

"Nah, there's a fatal flaw in my plan. It's not actually possible to lock the pillow."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Guess it's pointless to remain behind there, then." Bridge says, pulling on the pillow again.

[soldtoarmenians]

It is vaguely possible that Xander lets go just as Bridge is pulling, yis. "But fun."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And since Bridge had just tugged sharply on the pillow as Xander let go, this knocks him off balance momentarily.

"Yeah-huh? I can think of other things that are fun that don't require you hiding behind a pillow. Goof."

[soldtoarmenians]

"In a roomful of people?" Xander frowns. "I think we had this conversation already. It involved locks."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No, not *that*," Bridge says seriously. "John's not here. How will he know to have the party if he's not here?" He asks.