Dorms, afternoon

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Getting de-cubbed was supposed to be something he was looking forward to. Cameron wasn't really sure if it was fun right now. Sure, he was walking on his two feet (and man, how weird was that? His center gravity was off again), but the fact that his feet were bare, he was wearing Vala's coat and Servo's My Little Pony briefs really didn't make him want to jump with joy.

His grip on Vala's hand tightened and he prayed no one in the dorms would be around to see this. Yeah right and tomorrow it was Easter.

First Floor Lobby, Sunday

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The Tick's head kinda hurt. That'll happen when you get knocked in the noggin with a dense, magical block from another dimension falling from the upper atmosphere. Okay, that's not what would happen to most people. Most people would have a collapsed skull and a funeral. But, you know... nigh-invulnerable.

In any event, The Tick was taking it easy today. Just lounging around in the lobby with a good book. A good book with big words. Big words that were making his head hurt more than they normally would. So. Just lounging around in the lobby with nothing to do.

The Tick twiddled his thumbs. This turned into thumb-wrestling with himself. He just couldn't win! No matter that he tried, he just couldn't pin his other thumb! It's like he knew his every strategy! He must be psychic!

That got old after about twenty minutes without a pin. Ten minutes of boredom later, he tried the thumb wrestling again. It wasn't working out any better.

Boy, would he ever love a distraction right now...

[OOC: Tick will be in the lobby for most of the day. Feel free to stop by if you're entering or leaving the building, and/or you'd just like to talk.]

Fourth Floor Common Room

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Faith seems to have found a shrubbery attempting to pass as a Christmas Tree. She's currently decorating it, and the decorations may or may not be little weapons made out of construction paper and foil.

She's got extra paper. And maybe some tape, and glitter, and stuff. Feel free to help!

Witch Delivery Express: Deliveries for Room 239/240

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Delivery for Janet Fraiser, with note:

You worry too much. These should help.
--O'Neill


Delivery for Kawalsky, with note:

Just think. One day you'll be old enough to legally drink this!
--O'Neill

Fourth floor common room, Sunday evening

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Wesley has done some thinking about John's conversation. He's never going to be good at sports, and he's certainly never going to stop saying "vicissitudes" (it slithers off the tongue so nicely), but perhaps he could be a little less stiff with the other students.

He sits down on the common-room sofa with a box of Wonka's special candy beside him. He's actually reading Patrick O'Brian, but if you'd like to come by and chat, he'll try.

[[OOC: Repeat: "Wonka's special candy". It's an assortment. Feel free to pick a non-deadly piece if you're not up for side effects. Wesley's player will be in and out as it's suppertime here.]]

He looks up from his book and realizes Faith and Shep have set up a Christmas tree while he was deep in a sea battle; he puts the book down and joins them.

Outside room 333: For Death

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Lana continues her work as an elf helper...

A copy of this is left by Death's door with this note.

From your Secret Santa:

We haven't met yet, but you have met some people I loved.

Written on all the walls in cat-scent

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

Olivia Octavia [Damn, now Shep's got ME doing it] has FINALLY been released from captivity now that the hamster is no more. She dashes throughout the dormitory to see what she might have missed. Human eyes think she's rubbing her very itchy nose.

In fact, there are cheek-pad scent markings (Olivia Octavia is a well-brought-up kitten) on all available surfaces and corners.

They say:

//FELINE MEETING TUESDAY NIGHT. ALL FELINES WELCOME. ATTIC, AFTER SUNSET.//

Outside room 112: For Lisa Cuddy

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana leaves a package containing this and this note.

I have never had occasion to avail myself of your services in the clinic, mon ami, but I wish you a Merry Christmas.

Free to good home.. Gremlin

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Signs go up in the dorms, posted by Duce.

"Free to good home: One gremlin, gender undetermined. Comes with milking apparatus and a cage. Easy to feed, the gremlin eats most organic matter. Cage is accessible and modular for easy containment and cleaning. Contact Medusa at 555-3823 or email her at medusa@fandomhigh.com. Serious inquiries only. Potential owners will undergo a background check."

(ooc: Yes, we icly have a gremlin in a Lexan habitrail in our IC residence. The background check will actually be run, so if your characters are convicted animal mutilator/killers.. uh.. don't contact Duce about the gremlin, ok? *g*)