Flamingo A4, Lateish Monday Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander entered through the wood-side door, two bags over his shoulder and Jeremiah's tank in his opposite hand. Looking around for roomies and/or empty spaces, he saw plenty of the second, but only one sign of the first, so far, just inside the door.

"Hey, Cal. You good with me as a neighbor?" He pointed to the opposite space. "Or are we looking at guys' side and girls' side?"

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[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica trekked across the cabin and plopped herself on the floor just inside Xander's alcove, leaning against the wall. "So we're only doing this for a week, right?"

[soldtoarmenians]

He nodded. "Far as I know, but your guess is as good as mine on what happens after that?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I'm really hoping we get to move back to the dorms. Since that's where the majority of my stuff is," Veronica said. "And, no offense to you guys, but I kind of got used to having my own space. Even living in the attic with Piper and Chloe, we had separate bedrooms with real doors that locked."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grinned and nodded again. "Yeah, I'm with you there. I mean I can cope; I've met a couple apocalypses and none of 'em looked like this cabin, but I like locks. Locks are good."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica snickered. "In the grand scheme of life, not having locks isn't quite up there with almost dying, but, you know, it's one of those things I've gotten used to."

She tilted her head. "Then again, I've never been one to let locks keep me out of places I really wanted to be, and I'm sure I'm not the only one."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilted his own head at her, but suspected he couldn't really compete. "True. Though some of us have better not-getting-kept-out-of-places skills than others."