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fandomhighdorms2005-09-19 12:48 pm
soldtoarmenians) wrote in fandomhighdorms2005-09-19 12:48 pm
Room 406
{ooc- sometime after Angelus and Faith have finished with it, presumably}
Xander, upon returning from a weekend spent as far away from campus as he could manage to scrape up enough cash for, opened the door to his dorm room gingerly, unsure what new manner of obscenity had been perpetrated on his bed/blanket/personal possessions in his absence, but positive by this point that it would involve ashes and/or bodily fluids at a minimum.
At this point he was just hoping he was lucky enough to find his bed unoccupied, because as nasty as some of the crap he'd found there was, he'd much rather put up with the aftermath than witness how it might've got there.
He blinked, then blinked again, then sort of set up this strobe-effect thing where he didn't really stop blinking, so he could start processing without worrying about counting the blinks. The empty room was a scene of complete devastation. Possessions scattered everywhere, shatterable things shattered everywhere, everything that wasn't nailed down or actually part of the furniture had been sliced, diced, and julienne-fried -- but only on Angelus' side of the room.
Xander figured he'd better stop blinking before the strobe-thing gave him a seizure of badly-edited-Pokemon-episode proportions. Small gears inside his skull turned slowly, somewhat creakily, as he followed various logic-paths (mainly 'Who is responsible for this,' 'Will something bad happen to me because of this,' and 'Are they still serving breakfast in the cafeteria and would I dare try it if they were') to their possible conclusions. There was the faint scent of smoke. In passing, he craved Ho-Hos.
Walking carefully to his desk through the debris, he retrieved a pad of post-its and a pen, and painstakingly wrote out a note. In a brief fit of paranoia that the thing would fall down and get trampled away by passing student feet, he added a piece of scotch tape to it, and affixed it to the outside of the door, just below the room number.
Regarding the mess inside:
1. I DID NOT DO THIS.
2. Which does not mean I
am not openly offering
to tongue-kiss whoever did,
be it man, woman, or squid,
because I so am.
3. There is no 3.
~ Xander Harris
Then he blinked again, just once more for good luck, ducked in to grab his stuff for journalism, and headed off to class.
Xander, upon returning from a weekend spent as far away from campus as he could manage to scrape up enough cash for, opened the door to his dorm room gingerly, unsure what new manner of obscenity had been perpetrated on his bed/blanket/personal possessions in his absence, but positive by this point that it would involve ashes and/or bodily fluids at a minimum.
At this point he was just hoping he was lucky enough to find his bed unoccupied, because as nasty as some of the crap he'd found there was, he'd much rather put up with the aftermath than witness how it might've got there.
He blinked, then blinked again, then sort of set up this strobe-effect thing where he didn't really stop blinking, so he could start processing without worrying about counting the blinks. The empty room was a scene of complete devastation. Possessions scattered everywhere, shatterable things shattered everywhere, everything that wasn't nailed down or actually part of the furniture had been sliced, diced, and julienne-fried -- but only on Angelus' side of the room.
Xander figured he'd better stop blinking before the strobe-thing gave him a seizure of badly-edited-Pokemon-episode proportions. Small gears inside his skull turned slowly, somewhat creakily, as he followed various logic-paths (mainly 'Who is responsible for this,' 'Will something bad happen to me because of this,' and 'Are they still serving breakfast in the cafeteria and would I dare try it if they were') to their possible conclusions. There was the faint scent of smoke. In passing, he craved Ho-Hos.
Walking carefully to his desk through the debris, he retrieved a pad of post-its and a pen, and painstakingly wrote out a note. In a brief fit of paranoia that the thing would fall down and get trampled away by passing student feet, he added a piece of scotch tape to it, and affixed it to the outside of the door, just below the room number.
Regarding the mess inside:
1. I DID NOT DO THIS.
2. Which does not mean I
am not openly offering
to tongue-kiss whoever did,
be it man, woman, or squid,
because I so am.
3. There is no 3.
~ Xander Harris
Then he blinked again, just once more for good luck, ducked in to grab his stuff for journalism, and headed off to class.
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