Fifth floor common room, Friday afternoon (after workshops/music festival)

[stuckeyboy]

Warren had decided, in light of the phone calls he'd received and what he assumed was going on, that the only thing to do was the old "if you can't beat them, join them" thing and start prank calling people at random.

Of course, what was really going on just made it all even more random. . . .

Still, it wouldn't do any good if people couldn't see that he was being cool and hip and following the trend, so he was out in the common room while he did it, stretched out on the couch with his cellphone to his ear and the town directory on his lap.

Fun times, my friends, fun times.

Of course, while he was there, he got another voicemail, and that just needed a real reply. Seriously.

[ooc: post is open (with very small OCD)! An' if you want to be around to actually answer one of Warren's random phone calls, ping in in the thread to have ze conversation. . . . Whether he's left you a voicemail or not. Feel free to call him there, too . . . .]