Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Early Evening (Alex's Birthday Party)

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Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Adam was in the mood for something salty. Popcorn might do the trick. Or maybe pretzels. He frowned as he stared into the cabinet. Decisions, decisions.

Finally deciding on pretzels, Adam sat down on the couch and flipped through his notes. He realized that the first week of classes was almost over. Huh. Time sure flew by. He only hoped his senior year wouldn't pass him by too quickly. He wanted to enjoy it, after all.

[OOC: Open!]

The Roof: Thursday Evening

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It had been a while since Jamie had been on the roof. Or feeling a little e-mail.

However after finding a certain letter when he got back from work it seemed like a necessary trip to make.

He wasn't doing much. Just sitting. There was a pad of paper and pen next to him but it was just sitting there.

Because really that's what the roof is for.