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

[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.