(no subject)

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty slips into the dorm unnoticed, using the whole crazy Hank episode as a distraction.

He swings by a carefully hidden device and removes a small recorded tape and replaces it with a new one.

Before heading back to his room, he lays a carefully wrapped package by the door of room 304...

( Tag says: For Angela )

Marty walks into room 212, puts out sign on doorknob that says "Do Not Disturb" and barricades the door.

[OOC - G'Night all!]

A notice on the bulletin boards

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

For Rent:

2 cabins aboard the Millennium Falcon:
1 single, 1 double (double bunk)

Foodsynth, kaf maker, flash-zapper. Hot-top privileges negotiable, depending on whether we can get it working.
Designated cabinet in galley.
Private 'fresher with sonic AND water showers.
Autovalet (ancient, clothing redesign function broken, but cleans fine) privileges
gameboard privileges

No unannounced lifts, so you don't have to worry about waking up halfway across the galaxy.

Rent negotiable.
Alcohol welcome.
Overnight guests not a problem. Cabins are soundproofed.

Not recommended for those with dander allergies. The wookiee sheds. Spinners and yarn-workers encouraged.


Also, hand-knitted scarves for sale. 1 color: brown.

Contact Solo.

(no subject)

[toomanylegs.livejournal.com]

With most of his stuff moved in, Jeff has just one important box to get into his room - his magazine collection, carefully cultivated under his mattress at home since the age of thirteen or so.

Unfortunately, he can't hold the box *and* fit the key into the lock. In his panic to get through the door before anybody sees him, he drops the box. Magazines go flying. There are (photographic) naked ladies all over the third floor. Some of them are being quite friendly with other naked ladies.

Jeff tries to look inconspicuous as possible as he retrieves them, but some have already slid under people's doors.

Room 217: Note for River

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*leaves a note for river_dancing *
River,
I tried to wake you up yesterday, but I had to go to class. I found a rose stabbed with a dagger yesterday in the door. I took it to my Biology teacher,equalsmcsquared. She said if you can think of anyone to come see her
I cant see who it is, its cloudy.
Maia.

(no subject)

[cyloninmyhead.livejournal.com]

((Baltar leaves room 421 and walks down the hallway. He appears to be talking to himself.))

She's living right next door to me! Why are you doing this?

((Pause))

I'm certain god's plan does not include me getting detention for assault or beaten up by a hot sexy gods, I want to see her naked pyramid player who thinks she's defending your rather dubious honor.

((Pause))

And I can't have you distracting me in physics lab today. The equipment is rather primitive but if I lose my concentration the results could be disasterous.

((Pause))

No, you can't do...that....

((His voice trails off as he leans against the wall, grinning broadly.))

South Attic - Waiting for Cam

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looks flustered. Delighted with the prospect of spending time in town with Cam, since no one else has been able to get him out, but nervous too, because she's got no idea whether it's a date or he's just bored.

She's also embarked on so many campaigns to engage him -- jealousy by hanging out with Lee, the whole girls club thing, Parker's scheme, flirting with Jackson, and playing it cool with Cam -- that she doesn't know how to behave when he shows up.

She ducks into the bathroom to take a quick shower, then realizes she doesn't know when Cam will come by. Quickly flips over James's note, writes neatly on the back:

Cam -

Door's open. I may be a few minutes getting ready.

Please come in. Please? Stupid radio broadcast has the entire High School watching us. It'd be better if you didn't linger in the hall.

Thinking of you,

Beka

Room 217

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*walking back from Journalism class, smiling inwardly at her wonderful obituary in honor of mparker16 Maia looks up and freezes, on her door is a teddy bear with a dagger through its heart*

What the hell is going on here?? looks up and down the hallway why is it that NOBODY IS EVER AROUND when this nutjob leaves his love tokens!!!??!! *careful to not ruin any prints Maia takes it off the door well at least he put the gash in the same spot on the door, that was considerate and hurries off to fine equalsmcsquared

Room 507

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia rolls out of bed and lands with a dull *thud* on the floor.

"Ach! ....oooow!" She clutches her left arm, and finds it cut and covered in blood. Beside her on the floor, her whip is lying uncoiled. There is dried blood on the handle.

"Dumnezuele!"

She pulls herself up and stumbles towards the hallway, still half-asleep.

Room 217

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Another morning, another errand. Once again Angelus walked through the dorm hallways, this time with something hidden under his arm and a sharp eye out for any gremlins that might try to trip him. Again he hummed a lullabye under his non-existant breath.

Once at the doorway to room 217 he stopped, made sure the coast was clear, took out a dagger, and impaled the object he was carrying onto the doorway.

A soft brown teddy bear hung from the door, a dagger pierced directly through its heart. As with the rose, there's no note attached.

Angelus smiled, turned, and went on about his day.

Room # 229

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy walks quickly but quietly through the dorm halls, stopping at room 229, residence of make_it_ashes (and though he doesn't know it, alchemic_bean.)

He knocks, and tries to look casual. Nothing happens, so he knocks again.

"Hey, Pyro, you in there or not?"

(no subject)

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

After an unsuccessful attempt to find make_it_ashes at his dormroom, Roy heads back to his own room. He sticks a note outside the door, then pulls out an alchemy textbook and a map and starts to plan.

It's going to require lots of planning to not get caught. And to not get totally killed afterward.

Room 147

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her room now bears a cross on the door, each wall, and her desk. In addition to the other security devices.*

*She isn't paranoid. She's just prepared.*

Room 402

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*John walks out into the hall, checking to be sure that his room key is still in his pocket before closing the door. He affixes as foamboard memoboard that's half white board (blue marker attached with a string) and half corkboard. (five airplane shaped push pins in a neat line at the top awaiting memos to hold)*

Top of the board says:

1.) Knock first. If the door opens, one of us is here. Ignore the rest of the directions.
2.) If no one answers, we're:
a.) ignoring you
b.) not here
c.) unconscious (or so hung over we wish we were)
3.) In that case... leave a note. We'll get back to you when we sober up we feel like it our earliest convenience.

Room #407

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Tuesday Night

Sam Carter leaves the door open, but absently puts Billy Joel's Greatest Hits in the stereo CD player and pressed 'Play'. She's had his music on the brain all day after hearing people humming snatches of tune.

Then she settles down with a Dean Koontz novel and a stash of candy.

Damned ex

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[Happens after this]

Later, embarassingly later when his vision cleared, his stomach righted itself, and his testicles began to think about returning to an area somewhere near his crotch, Angelus rolled over to his hands and knees. He pressed his fingers to his eye, his mouth, his chest, and... actually no, best to leave that area alone for just a wee bit longer.

He sat up. With great effort, he pulled himself over to his computer. He pulled up his email program, selected a group, and began to write.

(no subject)

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*A peice of parchmant has been left on the door of room 333. It glows slightly and is resistant to being removed.*

JEFF, I HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH AN UNEXPECTED EMERGENCY. I WILL BE OUT FOR THE NIGHT. BINKY IS WITH ME. PLEASE FEED THE KITTEN AND MAKE SURE SHE DOES NOT GET OUT. THANKS.

-- DEATH

A chance meeting.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River shuts the door to her dorm room behind her, then strides off down the corridor.

She'd been sitting, researching potential coding sites, when a tickle of discomfort twitched through her abdomen. Not pain, or anything quite so easily identifiable. Maybe I'm just hungry. She'd glanced at the glowing clock-display on the cabinet-top. Lunch was over six hours ago...

That's why, barefoot and clad in sweats and a overlarge T-shirt, she clambers down the concrete stairwell towards the vending machines on the first floor. Outside the windows, the last touches of evening twilight glimmer across the campus lawn as dusk takes over from the day.

She pads across the cool tile, jingling the loose change in her palm. The coins rattle as the machine's pay-slot swallows them, and the discomfort inside of her twists again. She thinks a moment, then chooses a chocolate bar with the inexplicable legend "HERSHEY'S" emblazoned across it and turns back towards the stairs. A little chocolate, and this bad feeling will just melt awa--

There, across the expanse of tile and carpet, stands another woman. Dark-haired, slender and almost gaunt, about the same height as River, with eyes shining pale and blue in the fluorescent illumination.

River stands very still, suddenly realizing the true origin of the discomfort, and whispers, "Drusilla."

Wednesday night

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

There is a small, muffled burst of gunfire from the second floor common room. Julian is in there, gun pointed steadily at a small hole up near the ceiling. The green bodies of three gremlins lie underneath it.

Two left. Come on, I've had a bloody horrible day, I need something else to shoot...

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

After being given enough painkillers to fell a small hippo, Jack is now seen wandering the halls of the dorms, talking to posters on the walls and giggling often.

OOC note: Until the painkillers wear off, the boy is open season. You could probably convince him to do anything. Whether or not he can actually do it in his druggie state, now, that's the question.

Delivery to the South Attic

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

The following is delivered to the South Attic, attention darkchylde_:



( The card reads: )

Outside Room 239

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::knocks on the door of room #239, totally embarassed she forgot entirely about meeting up with notcalledlizzie::

Heh, um, Elizabeth? You in?

::waits nervously, hoping no one accosts her about yesterday's incident::

Room #302

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*Edward knocks on the door, half-expecting another weird episode. He has an armful of books with him.*

Hey, Hank? You in? I got my stuff, I can help you start putting your stuff back together again.

(no subject)

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*stalks into the school fully armed. Armed enough to take over a small planet.

*plunks ass down in front of Sarah Sidles dorm room*

No ones gettin in. Not unless she beats me over the head with thier invite, got it?