Room 239/240 and just outside there - Blah. [NFB]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky stared at his PEZ dispenser. He wasn't too sure whether it actually was useful as a C.R.A.C.K. communicator like The Tick claimed, but he did like PEZ. His dispenser had the head of Speedy Gonzalez. Kawalsky loved the little rat and his mischievous ways.

The last few days had been a blur. He hadn't managed to catch up with anyone other than Jack, who was in the infirmary clinic. He spent most of his free time sitting with Jack, even though Jack was usually asleep. The bedside vigil thing was cliched, but it was what he did. Besides, it gave him a quiet place to work on his homework.

As for classes.. well, he had apologies to make. Charlie had barely said a word in Ethics. He made it to Cyborg Theory, but only to make sure the fembot wasn't off killing someone else whose death could be prevented. He attended Egyptian Archaeology too, but didn't say anything. His homework was second rate and his heart just wasn't in it. Yesterday, he had decided - at the last minute - to drop Advanced Negotiations. There would be time to take it again some other time, but his other subjects were taking priority.

Charlie scratched his chin and pulled on his sweatpants over his boxer shorts, and his shoes over his socks. He grabbed the jacket off the end of his bed and crept to the door, so as not to wake the girls as he slipped outside. He wasn't going to sleep any more this morning. It was time to get on with the day.

A delivery to room #230.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

A small freshman boy stands in the hall, frowning slightly at his watch. He holds a ( small rosewood box )

in his hands.

At exactly 12:01, one minute into Thursday morning, November 3, he knocks on the door. Wincing, he takes a deep breath and hopes the guy's home.

( Inside the box.. )

South Attic: Illyana's very protected room - NFB

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka walked into Illyana's room without knocking. She hoped, firefights and narrow escapes did she hope, that Illyana hadn't yet heard about Kitty. If she had...

If she had, Illyana would have to go back to Limbo and Darkchylde for good.

"Illyana. Wake up. We need to talk."

Outside room 230

[mycanonhatesme]

At about 12:10am, after watching a delivery guy safely depart from Krycek's room, and waiting for him to hopefully go back to sleep, Chloe sneaks across the hall, and sets herself up outside Krycek's door. From the tone of his voicemail, it sounded like he didn't want anyone to know about his birthday. This would certainly take care of that little issue, at least for their hallmates.

Chloe works quietly, not wanting to wake Krycek up before she finishes, and when she's done, she steps back to admire her handiwork. Krycek's entire door is now covered in bright wrapping paper, with a bow at the top (or at least, as close to the top of the door as she can reach), pink and yellow streamers coming off of the sides, and an unmissable sign that says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX." For the final touch, she grabs the little bag with his present and hangs it off of the doorknob, before gathering her things and sneaking back to her own room.

( the present )

Kiki heads out around midday or early afternoon.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Tying a scarf around her neck, Kiki picks up her basket and marches out of the dorm, for once, not on her broom. In the other hand, she's holding a hatchet. She's cutting across the fields towards the forest.


EDIT: Later in the afternoon, she returns. Since the weather has turned cloudy and a little cold, she sits in the 4th floor common room. Her basket is full of long grasses cut from the meadow and the is carrying a thick sapling, taller than she is.

She pulls out a knife and begins shaving down the bark off the sapling.

[3rd Floor Common Room] Hmph

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 writes in his personal journal:

( Cut for paranoid emo )

He puts down the pen.

[OOC: Open to anybody, really]

Posted around the dorms on Thursday afternoon

[fh_jackass]

( Life is Short! Party )

In the 3rd Floor Common Room

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack continues to work on the Lego representation of Fandom Town. He is now building a bank (and let me tell you, building a Lego Harpy is not easy).

Outside of Room 230

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory leaves a carefully wrapped package outside of Alex's door, with a note reading:

Happy birthday to my favorite secret agent who apparently has bad taste in coffee. (For shame.)

Hope your espresso machine's working!

- Rory

P.S. I fully expect you to use both of these, by the way

Inside the box, he'll find these and these.

Outside of dorm 230

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

Unusually early in the morning, Jake looks around furtively and carries a big box over to Krycek's door. He pauses for a moment to snicker, then puts the box down, scribbles "Told you I'd find something. This is number one. J" on it and then takes off, already plotting the next delivery.

Room 402, Thursday evening after classes

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[The door is open. Shep is bouncing a tennis ball off the wall opposite his bed. Again. A sure sign that he's had better days. Anyone wandering by can hear:]

*thunk*

My life thucks. Ki'en allergieth thuck.

*thunk*

Leh'ing my big mout' geh me in twouble in shop thucks.

*thunk*

People dying thucks. Even if you don' know dem.

*thunk*

((Earlier in room #305))

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya comes back to the room after her day of classes tired, and tired of all the grief floating around campus. They don't know what happened to that girl, nor do they know why.

She decides to pack a bag and go visit D'Hoffryn for an extended weekend (starting tonight). Besides, they never really did get to finish they conversation over dinner last Friday, and valuing his opinion as highly as she does, she really wanted his input.


( She leaves a note for Rory. )

God knows she doesn't want to be the next student they go all emo decide to mourn.


ooc: Mun has family coming in to town so I will be off the computer for the better part of the weekend. If you need something throw heavy objects my way e-mail me or if in a dire situation CJ mun has permission to god mod for me.

Thursday Dorm Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to room 501, attention George Lass (deadlikegeorge).
( For George: )

Delivered to room 237, attention D'anna Biers (dbiers).
( For D'anna: )

Delivered to the East Attic, attention Beka Valentine (valentine_tart).
( For Beka: )

Delivered to room 415, attention Fred Burkle (sheltered_texan).
( For Fred: )

Delivered to the East Attic, attention Beka Valentine (valentine_tart).
( For Beka: )

Delivered to room 412, attention Phoebe Halliwell (future_visions).
( For Phoebe: )

Delivered to room 412, attention Cole Turner (demonbelthazor).
( For Cole: )

Delivered to room 329, attention Jonathan Crane (master_of_fear).
( For Jonathan: )

Delivered to the office of Dean Bristow, attention (dean_bristow).
( For Dean Bristow: )

[2nd Floor Common Area - early evening]

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek sits on the couch, flipping channels idly as he waits for Jake to come back. It's been a good day so far, what with the birthday surprises, and he's quite cheerful.

"How many channels and there's still nothing on?" He shakes his head, continuing to surf.

[ooc: Anyone's welcome to jump in and poke at him, if they like.]