fandomhighdorms | Room 406, Tuesday Evening

Grinning Callisto kneels before the door and eyes the lock. "Yeah, this shouldn't be too much trouble." Pulling out a pair of lockpicks, she fiddles around for a few minutes before hearing a satisfing click. Standing back up, she opens the door. "After you."

Logan pushed the door open and flicked on the light. "What are you thinking? Camera? Laptop?" He glanced over at Angelus's bed, which had a few loose papers scattered on it. He picked up a few and recognized them as notes from Ethics class. The laptop was nowhere in sight. "It'd be awfully intrusive to search his closet," Logan grinned.

"Camera, I'd say." Callisto looks around the room, frowning at what appeared to be an elaborately decorated fish-tank with a frog in it. "Terribly, also, it would be wrong." Not that that stops her from opening it.

Logan took a moment to examine the frog tank. Someone had clumsily painted crosses on all sides of the tank and stuck a Post-It note to the top warning that the tank was filled with holy water. Logan rolled his eyes and muttered, "Paranoid fuck."

"Maybe he's worried Angelus will develop at taste for french cuisine." Callisto calls back as she looks through the closet, making note of where Angelus kept his ~~toys~~ belongs. She doesn't take one of his shirts and tie it around her waist, because that would be stealing, and wrong. "Doesn't seem to be in here."

Logan crossed to Angelus's dresser and opened the top drawer. He found a few loose sketches sitting on top of the clothes. His eyebrows shot up at the first one, but then he looked at it more closely. The eyes and jawline were distinctively different. And he didn't know Veronica when her hair was short. He tossed aside the sketch of Chloe and flipped through a few other sketches, some women, one of a small boy, but didn't recognize anyone.

He dropped the papers back in the dresser and checked the other drawers. It looked like Angelus had packed hastily - most of his clothes were still there, though they'd been tossed about a bit.

"Nothing here," Logan said.

"Hang on, I'll try the desk." Callisto tries the drawers, after rifling though the various interesting things there, she holds the camera up triumphantly. "Found it!"

"Awesome," Logan said. "Are the pictures still on it?"

"I think so." Callisto checks the camera's memory, then raises an eyebrow "Oh, my..."

"Share!" Logan said, holding out his hand.

"Uh, uh." Callisto holds the camera up over her head. "You have to ask nicely."

"Callisto," Logan says, putting his hand over his heart. "Will you please give me the fucking camera?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Callisto continues to hold the camera up but moves it towards Logan a little. "I'll think about it."

Logan inched closer, as if preparing to make a grab for the camera. His hand shot out, but he looped his fingers into one of the leather straps on her top instead, pulling Callisto towards him.

"Hey!" Pulled off balance, Callisto jerks forward. She tries to recover, but unfortunately trips backwards over something lying on the floor, flailing she grabs at Logan's shirt.

The camera goes flying through the air.

Logan tries to pull away, but his fingers are caught in Callisto's top and he falls with her.

Xander, one arm full of vending-machine snacks, reaches into his pocket for his keys with the other hand as he walks down the 4th floor hallway -- then stops stock still as he stares at the partially-open door to his room and realizes he isn't going to need them.

"Shit," he mutters. Just what he needs. "If that's you, Demon-Boy," he ~~lies~~ says as he pushes the door inwards, "back off. I've got a supersoaker full of holy wa--"

Xander raises both hands instinctively, dropping the food ~~OMG not the Twinkieeees~~ as something hurtles at his face.

"The hell?!!" he says, as a flying camera smacks into his hand.

Callisto's knees hit the edge of a bed and she fell back onto the mattress.

She could feel something gritty against her back.

Logan lands on top of Callisto with an "Oof!" One hand is still caught in her top, so he fumbles with the other hand to try and gain his balance. He has a moment of shock when the hand touches bare skin, and his cheeks redden when he sees Callisto looking up at him.

Direct translation of current thought processes from Xanderese to English:

Oh good, not evil murderous roommate ~~dropped the Twinkies for NOTHING, bitter tears~~ just people making out on my be-- OMGWTFboobies???

He fumbles the camera as he stares, and the room is lit with a bright white flash of light.

Callisto is simultaneously trying to regain the breath which Logan knocked out of her, glare at Logan to get him to remove his hands from those, and sit up when she is blinded by a brilliant flash of light.

"The frell?" She twists her head to see Xander holding the camera. "THE FRELL?"

Logan pushes away from Callisto's chest and sits up. Still straddling her hips. "Ow!" he exclaims, glaring down as he rolls off of her. "Why can't you just wear jeans?"

Xander blinks rapidly, both to clear the floaters from his eyes, and also see above re OMGWTFboobies.

"And more importantly, not that I'm complaining about the view, why are you not wearing jeans in my bed?"

"My wardrobe choices are none of your business." Unsure who she wanted to glare at more, Callisto glares at them both. "And if you kept your floor clean we wouldn't be in this position!"

Xander glances down at the floor, then back up. "Uhhh.... do I want to know what position you'd be in on my floor, if it were clean?"

Callisto decides to glare at Xander, and with as much dignity as she can muster, stalks out.

She does remember to take that shirt of Angelus's with her though.

"Upright," Logan snaps in response to Xander. He hops off the bed and brushes the cigarette ashes off his pants. "How do you live like this?"

Xander blinks some more. "With a murderous psychotic bastard who uses my bed for an ashtray, you mean?"

"Nice avoidance of responsibility there," Logan says. He holds out his hand. "Camera, please?"

Xander -- still trying to process where someone he just walked in on making out in Xander's bed gets off lecturing him about... actually, he's not even managed to process what he's being lectured about -- holds the camera out, like some Pavlovian polite response to the word 'please.'

"I..." Xander's brow furrows. "Don't smoke? Or murder people?" he offers. "Or break into other people's dorm rooms to have upright sex on their messy floor when I've got a perfectly good mansion of my own to have upright sex in?"

"Nope, see, you're still doing the avoiding thing," Logan says, taking the camera. "Think about the things you do do. Go positive. Use 'I' statements if necessary." He walks past Xander, but pauses in the doorway. "There was no sex, by the way. Just an equilibrium malfunction."

"I..." Xander begins. Some part of him recognises that there's supposed to be something after that, for it to be an I-statement, but that's really all he's got.

Or not. "...did not know that thing Callisto almost wears is called an equilibrium. Thank you for the fashion lesson," he manages to finish.

"That's a good start." Logan gives Xander a condescending smile and pats him on the shoulder, then leaves the room.

Xander stares after him for a moment, then slowly bends down to pick up his fallen ~~bruised and battered Twinkies omg!~~ snacks.

"Jeremiah?" he says out loud, as he kicks a foot out to shut the door. "If you someday learn to talk, or I dunno, get kissed and turn human? Please never tell me what went on in here tonight. Unless you can explain it in very, very small, non brain-hurty words."

He unwraps a twinkie, and sits carefully down on a small un-ashed corner of his bedspread. "Well, okay, you can tell me about the boobie parts if you want to."

"Bbribblibbet?"

"That did not sound like 'boobie' and I'm not kissing you just to see if the reception improves, so stop giving me that look."

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