Dorm Lobby, Saturday morning

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After finishing up his radio broadcast, Dave made his way back to the dorms - with a detour for coffee, of course - and started to set up a table in the lobby. He had a couple dozen jars of various fruit jams that he made last night and a poster hung on the table reading:
Dave Nelson for Sophomore Class Representative
Great with jams
Better with student government

Free homemade jam for all sophomores!

He was now ready to buy votes with smashed up, jarred fruit. Who else could say that?

[OOC: Open lobby, naturally! Dave will probably give jam to non-sophomores, too if they promise to mention his generosity to sophomores.

Oh, and I'm dropping a tiny bit of OCD in here on the off chance that somebody else wants to campaign in the lobby. Dave's not a lobby hog.]

Dorm Hallways, around and about Saturday

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It was too bad Bo would bust her for spraypainting something like WES IS FABULOUS all over the Dorm windows, but Kenzi had a plan for a string of chili lights and some glowsticks for later.

Until then, there was always posters to be put up with Super-glue. Because she couldn't resist giving Quinn some competition. Or maybe just a bad time.

( VOTE WES, THE BEST, THE BADASS. )

Okay, so that photo was a little dorky. She'd get a better one of him later.

[ooc: Wes shanghai'd into the campaign by request of his player. Muahaha.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday night

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While the student council races seemed to be starting up, Bruce had done his best to ignore them as he went about the day. It wasn't easy - there was a cupcake waiting for him this morning, then posters on the way to the gym and even some in the bathroom. But for the most part, he just spent the day training as much as he could while ignoring everything else going on.

But doing that all day led to some exhaustion, and even Bruce needed a break. The television seemed to be taunting him a little, though, as it showed episodes of Hoarders. Yes, yes, he had an area in a hidden cave where he was keeping some personal trophies from his time in Fandom, including things that had virtually no significance, even to him. That didn't mean he was a hoarder, A&E. It just meant that he was nostalgic.

He could stop any time he wanted. And he would, too! Just not now.

[OOC: Open CR, of course. I think I really wanted to post all three guys today.]

Laundry Room - Saturday Evening

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Bobby loved Fandom. There was absolutely no doubt about that. He loved the people who came from all over and the fact that a lot of them liked studying and learning stuff as much as he did. He especially loved not being called a geek and a nerd by the other students every day.

But sometimes what he liked the most was that his big brother was all his at times when he'd never ever have been caught spending time with his kid brother. Like doing laundry and studying for their online classes on a Saturday night. Bobby thought it was the best way to spend a Saturday evening ever, but he also knew that Jack would completely disagree.

It made him feel kind of selfish sometimes since Jack had come to Fandom so Bobby could go, but he liked it anyway.

He stared at his French homework again. Enjoying conjugating the pluperfect tense was nerdy even beyond Bobby's ken and today, he couldn't even pretend to keep his mind on it.

"Hey, Jack? What do you think about high heels?"


[OOC: Laundry room open for all, and Jack modded with gracious permission.]