In the hallways of both the second and third floors (after StuCo)...

Outside room 305, Rory had finished boxing her things, and was attempting to heave them down to room 236.

Outside 236, all the boxes Rory could haul down by herself have been stacked. She figured that she could at least get her things down there so that the move in would go faster once they shifted Esme's bunny hutch and the couch.

[ooc: Hop in, OMG! Rory is but a wee girl who cannot move all her stuff by herself!]

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Attempting to get to her room without being seen by anyone, Callisto nearly succeeds until she runs into Rory. "Uh, hey Rory."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
The hallways are filled with boxes. That's...odd.

"Hello? These boxes belong to anyone?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Rory." Parker pops out of 234 wearing jeans and a shirt that says, It's not PMS, it's you and says, "She's moving into my extra room for a while. Being in her old one was creeping her out." She eyed John speculatively. "You want to make up for crap this week? Help."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
On his way back to his room, Bridge sees Rory and the stack-o-boxes.

"Hey! Moving?" he asks.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Parker opens the door to 236, then props it open with a spare box. "I got Esme's habitat half-undone. Where do you want your stuff?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm, uh, okay." Callisto scratches her neck. "You?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, right," John says quickly and starts picking up boxes at random. "Do they go anywhere specific? I mean, is there anything of yours I shouldn't touch?"

[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
On his way to bug Miss Parker about his new laptop, Broots noticed the nice pile of boxes. "Um, need some help?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool." Bridge says with a nod. "Um, I can help. If you promise not to laugh," he amends with a small frown.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Not in 236. Although, we should probably move the stereo system again, before we get too far into it. I don't want Esme or Vladdie trying to eat through the wires." She pointed at a corner. "Put those down there, help me get this away from the wall."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"If you could pile up the extra panels over there? I think we can add an extra layer, to give her the same space, just higher, like a little duplex. But we can do that after we get your stuff in." She shook her head. "You can use the stereo, by the way, after John and I get it moved out of the way a little. What kind of music do you like?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing Broots, Parker rolls her eyes. "Yes, yes, I got it. Help us, and I'll release the hostage. Okay?"

[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, I uh, stole got if off A-...a trader at the renfaire, yep, from there." Seeking a quick change od subject Callisto asks "So, moving?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
John complies with her request and sets the boxes in the corner. He walks over to the stereo system and takes up one side. "Didn't figure you for the roommate type, Parker."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Parker nods as she grabs a box. "Nice duster." She tilts her head, sure she's seen it before, then goes back to moving things out of the way.
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2005-11-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Done helping Cam and Sam bake, Angela goes back upstairs to find boxes all but completely blocking her doorway. "Rory? Are you, like, leaving?"

She sounds a tiny buit forlorn.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2005-11-29 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge brings his hands out of his jacket pockets and gives her his best mournful look.

"Because of these," he says, indicating the blue mittens he's wearing.

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