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With most of his stuff moved in, Jeff has just one important box to get into his room - his magazine collection, carefully cultivated under his mattress at home since the age of thirteen or so.

Unfortunately, he can't hold the box *and* fit the key into the lock. In his panic to get through the door before anybody sees him, he drops the box. Magazines go flying. There are (photographic) naked ladies all over the third floor. Some of them are being quite friendly with other naked ladies.

Jeff tries to look inconspicuous as possible as he retrieves them, but some have already slid under people's doors.

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*Paige sees him struggling* Hey Jeff, do you need a hand? *She sees the magazines and smirks*

Uh...

They're not mine.

*He grabs the nearest magazine, which has 'Property of Jeff Murdock' written in large letters on a label across the front.*

I mean, they're mine, obviously, but not mine mine. They're for an art project.

*Paige smiles at him obviously not believing him* Oh ok, shame I'm not doing art, I wouldn't have minded getting some of those myself

So would you like a hand?

Can you magically pick them up or something? Because that'd be brilliant. Also if you could do it without looking at them too much.

Erm I'll have a go. I might not be able to get them all in one go, there are quite a lot, you must be very dedicated to this art project

*Paige concentrates for a minute and holds out her arms*

Jeff's magazines!

*Half the magazines disappear and reappear in Paige's arms, Paige staggers a bit under the weight*

There you go Jeff

*She stands again and calls "Jeff's magazines, again they appear in her arms*

Think that's them all (including the ones under other people's doors)

*She moves closer to Jeff* don't worry I'll not tell anyone

Oh, that's fantastic, thank you!

If you've ever got a problem with your p... project related things, give us a shout.

No problem Jeff, anything for you *Paige winks at him*

((OOC: PORN EMERGENCY!!!11))

Lisa is coming back to the dorms from her clinic hours, and gets off the elevator only to step on a copy of Cheri. Or is it Penthouse? She picks it up, smirks, and looks around to see where it came from.

[ooc: 3rd floor wins! heh]

Angela almost skids on a copy of Just Legal that has made its way to the middle of the hall. She wrinkles her nose as she looks down on it.

"Is sex all anyone here ever thinks about? Including, you know, me," she wonders to herself while she avoids making eye contact with Jeff.

*DEATH, returning to his room, notices the magazines all over the floor and picks one up curiously, holding a particularly kinky one up*

*Tick walks by, humming a Billy Joel tune he heard somewhere*

Hmm? What's this? Ah, it's nice to see young ladies being so friendly. Not enough people hug anymore.

*Moves along, humming a different song for no obvious reason.*

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