soldtoarmenians: (empty bed)
soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-05-11 09:42 pm

Room 406, Thursday evening


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?}

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-12 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't met the other Xander," Greg mused. "But yeah. I almost signed up for your thing, since, um, helping people's kind of what I want to do and stuff. If you go for, um, a really broad use of 'help.'"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-12 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Forensics," Greg supplied. "Or biochemical research."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-12 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It's team-y, yeah," Greg said. "But it's kind of similar in that forensic pathologists, chemists, lab technicians - they stay behind while the cops and actual detectives do the shiny stuff, you know?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-12 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't put the pieces together if you don't have the microscopic details, right?" Greg said. "Anyway. What are we even watching?"