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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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "No, that is not particularly comforting. I need to go back to my delusions where you save puppies and kittens from trees. And the most dangerous thing you face is the traffic when you help the little old lady across the street."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Little old ladies don't like me much. And it stings when they hit you with their canes," Peter said. "But, really, the important thing is that I've never even come close to death." That was a very big lie. "I'm too good at what I do."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The mental image of a tiny, blue-haired lady hitting Peter with her cane was enough to make Isabel burst out laughing. "So you let the little old ladies fend for themselves then?"

"Well if you do sign up for karate, no using your powers to beat up on me. Otherwise I'll have to use mine to fling acorns at you or something."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Across the street, yeah. Otherwise they yell 'Mugger!' and start hitting," Peter explained.

"And don't worry, I don't beat up on girls unless they beat up on me first. Which happens more often than you'd think."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Really? Scary supervillan types?" she asked. "Remember, stuff like that doesn't happen in Roswell."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Mercenaries who wear suspiciously little clothing," Peter said. "I don't know what it is about psycho women, but they dress very skanky." He shrugged. "And one of them is a freaking ninja, too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Our ninja? Who will be teaching a workshop and oh my god how scary is that? Or is there another scary ninja out there in the world?" Isabel asked. "And I'll keep that comment about the clothing in mind if I ever decide to be a supervillian. I'll dress conservatively and hope it helps me stay undercover."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"A different ninja. I don't care much for ninjas," Peter said.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I take it this one didn't offer you a marshmallow?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

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

[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?"

[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."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That sucks. Although I suppose webbing his shoes to the floor was fun. I'm sure they were expensive shoes to," Isabel grinned. "Isn't that part of the supervillian code?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"His shoes probably cost more than my home," Peter said. "My webbing only lasts an hour before it dissolves, though, so no real damage was done to them."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Damn, that's just too bad..."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"It'll work out when I finally take him down and throw a pizza in his face," Peter said. "Just for the extra punctuation."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Make sure a reporter is nearby. I'd like to see pictures."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, when he goes down, it will be public with hundreds of people around, and there will be a specific reporter out there to record all of it," Peter stated. As far as he was concerned, this was a simple fact of the future.