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

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes. And Sharpies for forehead writing. Oh wait, I have clinic duty tomorrow morning. Drat."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"In that case, just slip a nametag under every door overnight," Peter suggested.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"You are so helping me."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I figured that when I suggested it," Peter said.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I have like eleven Sharpies left from the box yours came from." Alanna glanced at her watch. "Think the store is still open?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"If All and Sundries isn't, the Kwik Stop is," Peter said.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I'll run down then and grab the supplies we're missing and meet you on the second floor at two am. Yis?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan. An insane plan by insane people."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"If you ever claim sanity I'll sic my cat on you." "Meow."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I will never claim such a thing."