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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{Open to other Pink Croquet Mallet Bird residents, yis. Or visitors.}

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey Xander," Callisto looked up from sharpening a dagger. "Go ahead, I'm more used to bunking with guys anyway."

[soldtoarmenians]

Of the many things Xander could've said about the guy she'd been most recently bunking with, he said none, because a) he actually was a nice guy sometimes and not that he cared about their shared ex-bunkmate's feelings but he didn't particularly feel like stepping on hers, and b) sharpening a dagger.

Instead he said, "Cool," and dropped his bags on the bed in the alcove opposite hers, then placed Jeremiah's tank on the chest of drawers beside it. "Not that I'm thinking direct access to the door on the leafy side of the building might be primo real estate or anything..."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto smirked. "Even though as it's much more discreet than the other side."

[soldtoarmenians]

"But I, of course, have no need for discretion, as I am a forthright and honest citizen who is dating a future cop." Xander nodded, grinning.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto snickered and lay back on her bed. "Don't you mean corrupting a future cop?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"What is this with the corrupting?" Xander unzipped one of his bags and pulled out an alarm clock, followed by the laptop, because there might not be wireless, but that didn't exactly make it or the several seasons of various downloaded things on it useless. Plus, in theory, lesson plans, if such didn't actually consist of several pages of hand-drawn circular doodles. "What horrible things am I supposed to be doing to his innocent, unsmirchy mind?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Well, Bridge is just so wee and innocent, you must be the one doing the corrupting."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander considered this for a second. "Well, wee, yes. But don't forget he's the guy that brings the Liquid Black Space Evil to parties. I just bring twinkies."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto laughed. "So he's the one taking advantage of your pure, virginal state?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raised both eyebrows, then stuck his tongue out. "He could be. You don't know."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto raised an eyebrow in return. "Is that an invitation to find out?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"...how on earth would you do that if it was?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto thought about it. "Borrow the pirate's shrub?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snorted. "Trust me, any corrupting of anybody's anything will not be happening within reception range of anything that even looks like a shrub or or related plantlike object."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"No plants?" Callisto rubbed her chin. "Xander, in case you hadn't noticed, we're kinda in the woods."

[soldtoarmenians]

"...well...yes." Xander frowned. "Though in theory we won't always be in the woods. Still..."

He shoved his bags out of the way and dropped down on his bed. "Hrrm. Maybe Bridge can build a shrub-detector?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto snickered. "Well he did promise to make me something cool for my birthday."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, our shrub-detector - get your own!" Xander grinned. "Though okay, maybe it could be yours if you agreed to share it with the rest of the seniors. We could, like, sign it out or something."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica, still suffering from slight jet lag from her trip, dragged a small, wheeled suitcase in to the Flamingo cabin. She had her laptop bag slung over her shoulder and a blanket and pillow tucked in her arms.

She dropped everything on the closest bed, which happened to be alcove B1, before calling out to see if any of her cabin mates were around.

"Hello?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, V!" Xander stuck his head out of A4, where he was sitting crosslegged on the foot of the bed, playing around with his own laptop. "Welcome to Chez...um. Us?"

[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."