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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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"You're new. Who are you?" Alanna? Not even trying for manners anymore.

[multiplez]

Z is getting kind of tired of introducing herself, but she appreciates Alanna's bluntness. "I'm Z. And you?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Alanna. The furball's Faithful. He talks. I just figured I should warn you before he insults you." "I don't insult people who don't deserve it!" "That's argueable."

[multiplez]

Z stared at the cat. "Your cat...talks. Wow."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Yes he does. And he has an opinion about everything." "Of course I do!" "You'll see weirder things here."

[multiplez]

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

[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."

[multiplez]

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

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I'm Gifted. That was pretty much all I knew until I got here. Didn't know what an alien was until Isabel was outed as one. And then I had to ask her for an explanation."

[multiplez]

"Gifted, is that like...like mutants?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Apparently it's closer to being a witch." Alanna concentrated on her left palm and a small purple light ball appeared in it. "I can also heal and do a ton of useless little spells. My twin's the true Sorceror. I like to beat people up."

[multiplez]

Z kind of stared. "Wow. Um...please don't beat me up?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. "You haven't pissed me off yet. Plus, you're a girl."

[multiplez]

"Oh, good. But in my experience, that's never stopped the arresting officer anyone."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna shrugged and extinguished the flame by closing her hand. "It stops me. Um, people at home think I'm a boy. Just...for the record."

[multiplez]

"I doubt it'll come up, but I'll keep that in mind." Okay, a gender-confused witch. She could handle that.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Girls aren't allowed to be knights, and I really wanted to be a knight and I'm not helping myself sound less insane am I?" "Nope."

[multiplez]

"Why didn't you just...sue or something?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. Then kind of palm-headed. "I'm from the equivolent of the fourteenth century, only cleaner and with magic. No sane lawyer would take on the King's law. Hence me and my twin switching places."

[multiplez]

"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Z lied.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Good, because I was beginning to doubt whether I could talk myself out of that without sounding like a total loon. Er, more of a total loon."