fandomhighdorms | A chance meeting.

River shuts the door to her dorm room behind her, then strides off down the corridor.

She'd been sitting, researching potential coding sites, when a tickle of discomfort twitched through her abdomen. Not pain, or anything quite so easily identifiable. Maybe I'm just hungry. She'd glanced at the glowing clock-display on the cabinet-top. Lunch was over six hours ago...

That's why, barefoot and clad in sweats and a overlarge T-shirt, she clambers down the concrete stairwell towards the vending machines on the first floor. Outside the windows, the last touches of evening twilight glimmer across the campus lawn as dusk takes over from the day.

She pads across the cool tile, jingling the loose change in her palm. The coins rattle as the machine's pay-slot swallows them, and the discomfort inside of her twists again. She thinks a moment, then chooses a chocolate bar with the inexplicable legend "HERSHEY'S" emblazoned across it and turns back towards the stairs. A little chocolate, and this bad feeling will just melt awa--

There, across the expanse of tile and carpet, stands another woman. Dark-haired, slender and almost gaunt, about the same height as River, with eyes shining pale and blue in the fluorescent illumination.

River stands very still, suddenly realizing the true origin of the discomfort, and whispers, "Drusilla."

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[ OOC: *pokes you* *grin* Wait for it. I started the post, and she's on the East Coast... stuff'll most likely start getting good tomorrow morning. *gives you the hairy eyeball* ;) ]

[OOC: Well then... I'm just going to go to bed and think up a bunch of prime numbers to throw at you for tomorrow. And why am I getting the hairy eyeball? This is pure squeeish glee going on here!]

[ OOC: For the peanut-gallery comments, you goof. *grin* ]

(OOC: Until we actually start chucking peanuts, we're not the peanut gallery. :-p)

[ OOC: Ahh. Clarification. :-) ]

[OOC: *Offers bag of Peanuts* Peanut?]

[OOC: Peanuts? Good grief.]

[ooc: Ba dum-CHING!]

[ OOC: I'm waiting on Dru to kick in her bit, but I've got a new portion up for the storyline. Have a look down near the bottom of the comments. ]

[OOC: Oooo. Rimshots? Coolness!

*Puts on Groucho mask*

"Good Evening, Ladies and Germs!"

[ooc: Oo! What's today's secret word?]

[OOC: Flirty little minx.]

[ooc: See? See? Angelus was only thinking of River's tastes. Er, metaphorically. No, no, I tell a lie. He'd love to know what she literally tastes like too. Still, she brought it up first. If she hadn't led with torture he might have just gone with dead roses and leave it at that. No sense wasting a perfectly good dagger.]

[OOC: Sorry Jayne!

"I'll be in my bunk"

]

[OOC: "Pumpernickle."

"And yes I'd pump her for a... "

*coughs*

Okay... I'm not crossing that line. ]

[ooc: Outside of a dog, a virgin is a vampire's favorite meal. Inside of a dog it's too dark to eat.]

[OOC: *Laughing at the image of Angelus stuffed inside a weiner dog*]

[ooc: The joy of RP: now I can't help but think of Angelus giggling at Snoopy...]

[ooc: He likes Blondie.]

[ooc: I bet he relates to Dagwood. I mean, those sandwiches are practically person-sized. Angelus eats people. Same thing.]

[ooc: plus if he had a nickel for every time he nearly missed his car pool in the morning. man, let me tell ya...]

[ooc: He knocks over the mailman every morning... But Angelus goes the extra step and kicks him, too.]

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