Sign posted near 238, 2nd floor hallway

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Worried about the radio broadcast's implication that he could be punished if he didn't personally meet all of the new students, Angel decided to post the following sign outside of his dorm room door:

MAGIC SHOW TONIGHT!
All are invited! (Especially new students!)
Show starts at 7pm at Caritas!
No, I am not singing. - Angel.

Angel stood back and observed the nice, neatly-written some might even call the handwriting girly poster. There, that had to count for something. He thought about doing more but he'd already invited Blair and Lily Evans personally and he'd left voice mails for Logan and Cordy (and if they were more staticy than usual which they were he didn't notice since he was always of the opinion that cellphones were the tool of the devil). Sure he could make more signs, but most folks on the second floor passed by his door, anybody he cared about on the third floor certainly hung out on the second often enough, and you couldn't pay him to go up to the fourth floor even if you put a convent up there also because he didn't know Blair was living on 4.

He did, however, belatedly think of something. He took out his marker and hastily added:

This is not a part of a bid for Student Council! PLEASE do not vote for me!

There. He recapped his marker then went to play with Sean by tossing a tennis ball down the hallway for the puppy to chase.

[ooc: open to interaction if anyone wishes]

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"That one we've got covered," Angel made a broad gesture of invitation into 238. "Shower, plus the finest soap and haircare products money can buy. Just don't tell John I let you borrow mine. He'll start begging."

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Blair bounced happily into Angels room and picked out a pair of black sweats and a white t-shirt before hopping into the shower.

Anyone listening could hear a slightly squeaky voice sining from inside the bathroom...

"War! - huh- yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh

War! – huh – yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y’all"

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None too tone deaf himself, Angel hummed along in an off-key fashion as he resumed playing with Sean.

[ooc: work's letting out early. Will be back online in a few hours]

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[no problem. I'm going to put Blair down for a nap while I finish a paper I have to write ;) ]

Blair sighed in relief as he stepped out of the shower. There wasn't a better feeling in the world that was better than clean hair. Except for maybe new pens. He changed into his borrowed clothes and looked at himself in the mirror...Angel's clothes were very nice. Also very big.

Blair rolled up the cuffs on the pants and decided there wasn't a lot he could do with the shirt. Wrapping a towel around his curls, he moved out in the room and sat down on the floor, pulling his notebook into his lap to write down his observations of the day. It was just a matter of minutes before he dozed off, his head leaning against the wall.

[occ: Blair'll sleep through anything short of large objects dropping on his head. Feel free to wake him up to send him out of your room.]

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Seeing Blair asleep, Angel took one of the spare blankets and gently put it over him. Fortunately being a vamp meant he moved quietly and didn't have to worry about waking him.

[ooc: Going to zing you an email about tonight]

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

Blair's watch beeped loudly in the room. He stirred and snuggled into the warm pocket he was in. Warm? Blair's eyes popped open and saw the fuzzy blanket covering him on the floor.

Groaning, Blair smacked himself in the forehead. "Smooth move, Sandburg." He checked his watch and stood up quickly, folding the blanket in a rush.

Hastily scrawling a note, Blair bounced out of the room and headed into town for the magic show.


People coming inside would see a ripped piece of notebook paper on top of a badly folded blanket-
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Text:
Angel
Thanks for the blanket and the clothes
and the room. You’re like, awesome!
Sorry I fell asleep! That won’t happen
again, man, trust me!
I’ll see you at the magic show
tonight...unless you’re already there....
Crap! I’m late. Just ignore this note.
Peace,
Blair

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