Room 409 Monday Night

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots walks almost cheerfully up to his room and unlocks the door. Almost brand-new speakers were almost his.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker comes in, lugging one, looking thrashed beyond belief.

"Right. I'm outta here, Broots. I have a campaign to undermine. Thanks for saving our sanity and eardrums."




_{[ooc: and I have further plotting to do, so...]}

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward has the two speakers he blew out of the wall balanced in his right arm. "I haven't repaired these, yet, I kind of blew them up. But they are reperable, right?"

He sets them down on the ground for Broots to look at ... he doesn't want to expend the extra energy to attempt to fix them if he left a vital component along the stairwell.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, probably. Even if they're not, I could always use the parts." Broots pats the speakers fondly. "Help me out with the others?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Thank you Miss Parker! I have some awesome new toys equipment now! Everything will be ready for you tomorrow, just sit down, hit play, and add any comments into the microphone. I wired it so it goes directly to the school's PA system."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grins, almost back in a good mood, then winces. "Great. Good. Excuse me. Must find a handful of aspirin and my boyfriend to give me a massage now."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"Sure, no problem. How many more are there?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam saw the open door and backed through it, carrying the speaker in front of her. "Are you Broots? We've got a speaker for you."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Thank, yeah, I am he. Er, Broots that is. And you are? Thanks just put it down anywhere." Broots put down the speaker he was holding and made a vague motion to indicate his room.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Um, about four or five more?"

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Edward mutters to himself, another speaker balanced in his arm. "Lovely. Remind me to take my pound of flesh from whoever's responsible for this."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders lugs another speaker in, half-waves at Broots, and goes back for the next one.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Thank you!" Broots goes back to arranging the speakers so that he won't get crushed in an avalanche at night.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: Ack, just realized, didn't update you on one thing... this will have to be a webcast to *only* the students. I'll write it like that, but is there anything you want to add for Broots to have done?]}

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam put her end of the speaker down with thump and wiped her hair out of her eyes. "Sam Carter."

(OOC: Sorry. Practically fell asleep at the computer.)