soldtoarmenians (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
soldtoarmenians) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomhighdorms2006-01-04 06:12 pm
soldtoarmenians) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-01-04 06:12 pm
Entry tags:
Room 406, shortly after the new students got their room assignments
Strugging up the stairs while trying to balance a large box, a larger duffel bag, a black briefcase-like thing, and a tankful of purple frog... kind of bit the big one. It also made Xander not terribly appreciative of the bustle around him as familiar faces returned from vacation and unfamiliar faces moved through the dorms giving off confusion-vibes that he was half-sure were contagious -- he almost stepped out of the stairwell onto the third floor instead of the fourth. Though maybe that was just wishful thinking, he thought as he huffed his way up the last flight of stairs.
Jeremiah glared at him when he set the tank down in the hallway outside room 406 so he'd have a free hand to pull out his keys. "What, you get an upgrade in living arrangements and now you're too good to hang out on the floor for a few seconds? I could've told Buffy you'd get spoiled rotten." He opened the door, tossed his duffel on the bed, set the box on the floor next to his desk, then went back for his frog.
He left the door open as he carried Jeremiah back to his desk. "Actually, I did tell her, come to think of it. That'd be when she was too busy shoving yet another chocolate-covered locust down your gullet to do more than roll her eyes at me." He set the tank down and laid the briefcase-thing beside it carefully. He looked up from unzipping the black case to see the frog gazing back at him in a suspiciously familiar manner. "Yeah, like that. With the rolling. Okay fine, so I got spoiled rotten too. Pardon me while I don't refuse upgrades to my living arrangements that I wouldn't be able to afford in a gabillionty years."
Xander opened the case and slid an older-model Powerbook -- the Apple logoconveniently obscured by a rainbow star sticker -- from it. He stared at the laptop with an odd combination of fondness and fear. A page of printed notes tumbled out of the case after it, and he unfolded it and smoothed it out atop Jeremiah's tank, occasionally looking over to study it as he unpacked and attached the power supply. "Okay, tab A into slot B I get, but how the hell do I know if we have wireless or I need an ethernet connection, Willow? Even if I knew what an ethernet connection looked like. For all I know every computer in this place runs on coffee and gremlin spit."
"Rblert?"
"Well, okay, not every one, but I'll bet Jake Gavin's does." He plugged the computer in and booted it up.
And got at least as far as staring at the desktop screen. "Okay, now what the hell?"
Passers-by, or anyone who might stop in, might very well hear a continued though intermittent litany of phrases that might not make it past the WB standards and practices board, so it was a good thing he wasn't on the WBanymore, including such gems as "Where the frak is the Start button?" and "Stop MOCKING me, you little piece of elec-- **ribbit** no, not you, Jeremiah, but you can feel free to stop mocking me too."
If they poked their heads in the door, they would see this and this.1
__
1because the mun is a complete wacko and had her fake-OCD set off liek whoa by Callisto's dorm diagram yesterday..
{ooc - opened formy new roommate that I know nothing about yet ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
izzyalienqueen, but anybody's welcome. No, Dru, that was not an invitation, if you ever manage to make it back on campus somehow. :-P}
Jeremiah glared at him when he set the tank down in the hallway outside room 406 so he'd have a free hand to pull out his keys. "What, you get an upgrade in living arrangements and now you're too good to hang out on the floor for a few seconds? I could've told Buffy you'd get spoiled rotten." He opened the door, tossed his duffel on the bed, set the box on the floor next to his desk, then went back for his frog.
He left the door open as he carried Jeremiah back to his desk. "Actually, I did tell her, come to think of it. That'd be when she was too busy shoving yet another chocolate-covered locust down your gullet to do more than roll her eyes at me." He set the tank down and laid the briefcase-thing beside it carefully. He looked up from unzipping the black case to see the frog gazing back at him in a suspiciously familiar manner. "Yeah, like that. With the rolling. Okay fine, so I got spoiled rotten too. Pardon me while I don't refuse upgrades to my living arrangements that I wouldn't be able to afford in a gabillionty years."
Xander opened the case and slid an older-model Powerbook -- the Apple logo
"Rblert?"
"Well, okay, not every one, but I'll bet Jake Gavin's does." He plugged the computer in and booted it up.
And got at least as far as staring at the desktop screen. "Okay, now what the hell?"
Passers-by, or anyone who might stop in, might very well hear a continued though intermittent litany of phrases that might not make it past the WB standards and practices board, so it was a good thing he wasn't on the WB
If they poked their heads in the door, they would see this and this.1
__
1
{ooc - opened for
izzyalienqueen, but anybody's welcome. No, Dru, that was not an invitation, if you ever manage to make it back on campus somehow. :-P}
no subject
Since he agreed, she started to unpack in earnest. "I'm telling you, this is not a hallucination."
[occ: I'm going to have to crash soon. I have a hellspawned two year old that doesn't sleep well at night and then is up too damn early in the morning. I'm going to have Isabel crash as well. Can you email me? I have an idea about how to make Xander's brain explode.]
no subject
[ooc - yeah, me too; I need to sneak in a non-hallucinatory shower and still try to get to bed in time to be at work at 8:30. Have e-mailed!]
no subject
She came out a few minutes later dressed for bed. "Well, if I'm a hallucination, then I'll be gone when you wake up in the morning. But since I'm not, I'll still be here." Climbing into bed, she pulled the covers up. "Look, I don't mean to be anti-social or anything but it's been a long day. I really need to get some sleep. I'm sure we can discuss your hallucinations in the morning."
no subject