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?}

Comments

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"True, true," Callisto said. "Plus you might find out more than you wanted to know."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!" Bridge says. "So I prefer to save it for special occassions. Or when we're in desperate need of a party trick."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto burst out laughing. "So, so ethical, Bridge."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'd still ask permission!" Bridge says emphatically.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I know you would."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says, crossing his arms.