http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-01-04 05:47 pm

First floor lobby then all flights of stairs up to the 5th floor.

Out front Pippi checked the extra room assignments and key that came in her folder. She shruged and pat Old Man on the nose.

"Well Old Man, you're in luck. It seems that you not only a room but a roommate as well. You and Mr. Neilson are going to be neighbors with Molly and me. Won't that be nice?"

The horse nodded his head and nudged the paper.

"Now I know you're excited 'cause normally inside is for rain, snow, and parties; but it's very important that we all put forth a good impression because I think I kinda actually want to stay in school this time. So if every day is a party because you're inside, then you have to be on your best party behaivor every day. Okay?"

Old Man nudged Pippi's ear.

"Okay," she said as she went and propped the doors to the lobby open. "Now we're on the 5th floor, so we got some climbing to do. You remember stairs don't ya Old Man?"

And with that she jumped up on his back with Mr. Neilson on her shoulder and rode into the dorms.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-01-05 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ow! my brain!

[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com 2006-01-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com 2006-01-05 02:34 am (UTC)(link)

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-01-05 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
I hope so. I'm still waiting for my truck to get fixed.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Xander used the noise as an excuse to take a break from trying to figure out how he was supposed to use that stupid built-in excuse for a mouse without killing someone, and poked his head into the stairwell -- just in time to see a horse's ass, and surprisingly it wasn't Angel the back end of a horse clopping up towards the fifth floor.

He tilted his head -- which he made sure was out of range of anything that might fall from said back end -- and nodded. "So are you a new student, or a new teacher?" he said. To the horse. Or possibly the girl on the back of it, but really, at Fandom High it was an even bet either way.
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Me too. Always helpful to make sure around here, though. You can't predict when what looks like a new gumball machine for the lobby will turn out to be your math professor."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a distinct possibility," Xander answered. "Or Rastafarians. I haven't decided yet."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I predict you're gonna love the cafeteria food here."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Xander considered this more or less seriously. "Well, I've never sunk into it, so I'm gonna say not marshmallow. Probably something floory like wood or concrete. But I wouldn't suggest eating off it. You don't wanna know where some of these people's shoes have been."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-01-05 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"They have thse things called 'ovens' here," Xander suggested helpfully.