Open to 3rd floor of dorms [300 block?]

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If someone has VISION, or super-VISION, or REALLY STRONG GLASSES, or is just mildly observant, will you please come to room 309 and help me find my second-string glasses? I can find my laptop (obviously) and I managed to secure my bed for a couple hours of sleep last night, but I'm going to miss all my classes today if I can't see.

My favorite pair of glasses were busted by the reactionary coozebag psychobitch (who couldn't take a joke gracefully) yesterday. It took me two hours to get back to my room. (Thanks for the help, dorm mates.) I'm not even sure I'm going to be able to find the clinic.

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Well, thank YOU very much, lil' Miss Gilmore, but you are way, way too young for Max. He prefers women, actually. Young women, sure. But, girls? Thanks, no. Margaret Yang seemed like she was a woman, but she was actually a girl. And Max has had enough of that.

He still wouldn't turn down action, obviously. But it would have to be a casual thing — side action, if you will. Don't ask, don't tell, and don't tell all your friends that I'm your boyfriend. That kind of thing.

Max cleans the lenses of his glasses and puts them on. He grins up at Rory, both eyes black in the inner corners. "These will do!"

Looking down at his pajamas, he realizes that he kind of blew it on the buttoning process. He tugs on the shirt with a frown on his face and apologizes, "Sorry that I'm in such a state. I really do appreciate the help, though, Ms. Gilmore. I thought I was going to be stuck here all day. You're a peach."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, Rory's not really the casual-encounter sort of girl, anyway. She's already freaking out because of something that happened on Saturday night, and even though that whole situation's been repaired, she's still very careful to make sure she's not attracting still more male attention.

Rory blushes slightly, and smiles. "No problem, Max. Any time you need anything, I'm right across the hall in 305. Um, just be careful of my roommate, though...she might not like you, and she has a history of rage blackouts. Oh, and really - call me Rory. I'm used to thinking someone's talking to my mom when they mean Ms. Gilmore."

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max knows nothing of these party antics. He wasn't in town yet. But he nods knowingly, like he does. Even though she didn't actually say anything about it, he nods; a knowing nod never hurt anyone.

"Thank you. 305. Noted. Rage... blackouts. Also noted, for future reference. But, thank you. Rory. I really appreciate the help. And if there's anything you need, or if you just want to come over and make collages or work on your writing... my door is always open to you," Max says. He stands, a little woozily, and looks apologetic. "Now, if you wouldn't mind... I need to pull myself together and get to the clinic. This is an old prescription and I'll have a bitch of a time with my calligraphy if I don't get a new one."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Rory says with a smile, wondering why Max was bobbling his head like that. "Glad I could help. And, um, I'll keep that offer about my writing and the...uh...collages in mind," she adds, knowing perfectly well that she probably won't stop by, at least for those reasons.

But she's coming to the conclusion that it's entirely possible that Max doesn't have many friends here, and that being kind to him might be a good idea. If nothing else, she might be able to talk Parker out of beating him up again.

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[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

ooc: Oh, believe me. *I* am aware. :-D Logan!mun is actually who lured me into this place! How's that for six degrees?

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[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

[ooc: That's pretty rad. I love that. I've gotten so used to playing with the same people playing different muses at theatrical_muse that I'm hardly phased by it now... but this is a whole group of new-to-me writers. I'm torn between being completely overwhelmed and getting really strong writer-envy. There are some good MF'n writers over here. It's really nice. But, anyway, thanks for being a friend to Max. You're the only person who has really spoken to him. I get why -- I mean, he has no superhero powers, he's not good-looking, and he's a pompous ass. I asked for it, though: I wanted to play a muse who was funny and didn't get smutted up all the time. Looks like I found my guy! :-) ]

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[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Eee! So, see? Look at that! I was talking to you when I squeed about Donnie! He really was the other person I was thinking about bringing in. But, compared to my "main" muse (Tucker Wells from Buffy), Max would be more fun and less misanthropic. Although, ahem. Max is turning out to be pretty goddamned misanthropic. Well, yay for us! This'll be fun. Hopefully, playing here won't get me divorced. And now: back to work I go!]

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[ooc(x2): Oh, and I hope I didn't imply that I write Logan. Because I don't. I'm just friends with the person who does.]