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]

"I think she's going to fit in well," Isabel said. "She seemed nice. But answer a question for me. Is it me? Or are the new guys really, really, really good looking? And Yay! Most of them seem to like girls."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Very, yes! Parker and I were planning on conving them not to wear shirts this summer."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel blinked. And considered some of the guys she'd met and seen in passing. "That is the best idea ever."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I volunteer to toss physical force if necessary."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel sighed. "Oh yes, happy place."