Not lost. Definitely not lost.

Carrying a textbook and a large yellow lined notepad, Roy is (somewhat grumpily) wandering the various floors of the dormitories, looking for the commonroom, or nearest equivalent.

Despite being a fairly bright boy, he does not stop and simply knock on someone's door for directions. Because bright or otherwise, he's still male. And 99.08% of men/boys/guys do not stop and ask for directions. Ever. (like gravity and bad cafeteria food, this is a truism that spans universes.) The very idea is preposterous and insulting.

EDIT: [Now in the 3rd floor common room]
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Re: No problem

[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-21 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Angela listens thoughtfully. "Yeah, he's the guy the police took during study hall. Thanks."

The infomercial has ended, and an exercise class takes its place on the screen. "My mom did Jazzercise when we were little," Angela says. "It's so doofy looking."
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Re: No problem

[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-09-21 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Not a problem. I would have let it go earlier, but the fact you'd been in detention tied in well with my relationship plot, so I used it. We could hang out in study hall sometime.]