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Dorms, anywhere you want him (late morning)

Too tired from ~~drooling on his girlfriend~~ sitting outside sign up all night to do much productive, Cameron is currently wandering through the dorms. He still hasn't found his Little Sib person thingie and hopes to run into him as he has no clue where Walter could be staying. He might also be looking for Yuffie who he completely missed yesterday due to him having to write a song for Parkie.

During his wanderings, he really has to face up to the fact that yes, 2nd floor rocks.

((Open for all. Feel free to stop him and distract his player from itchy chicken pox.))

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"I am, but Jaye wants it to be a group marriage, or something," Angela says. "And, you know, I don't mind sharing Toasty. He's completely seeing Santa on the side, and I have Marty."

She manages a straight face during this.

"And it looks like a good class, even without people I know. You're rooming with Xander Harris? He's really funny. Though living with a guy would be kind of weird."

Isabel thinks about it and decides not to say anything at all about people's choices in alternative lifestyles.

"Xander seems very nice. A lot like a friend at home," she paused. "I didn't realize that I would be living with a guy. It's made things a bit interesting." And if Isabel mumbled a bit as she continued, Angela is perfectly free to ask her to repeat herself.

"I'm sorry, did you just say you flashed him?" Angela asks, mouth agape.

She's not laughing at Isabel. Really.

Isabel *headdesks* the back of her head against the couch. No she is not mortified.

"Yes," she whimpered. "I wasn't expecting a guy roommate and the robe I brought with me was a little short..." She covered her face with her hands for a second and then lowered them. "I guess I should consider this my first taste of humiliation at Fandom High? Needless to say, I bought a huge, oversized robe first thing yesterday."

"Oh no," Angela says, wincing. "I'm completely overdue for my moment of public humiliation here. Though I will forever be the girl who shot her boyfriend in the ass."

"I'm sure Xander appreciated the show, if he even noticed."

"Oh tell? Please? Be humiliated with me?" She sighed, "And of course he noticed. Although I think he still thought that I was a gremlin induced hallucination at that point."

"Not much to tell," Angela says with a shrug. "Marty decided I needed to know how to shoot a gun. So we went out to the range -- and, by the way, we've been dating for, like, a week at this point, so I'm nervous anyhow, right? -- and I got startled and dropped the gun. No gremlins, just my complete stupidity."

"He asked me to Homecoming while they were stitching him up in the infirmary. Very romantic."

"And that's actually one of the less embarassing stories. You didn't hear this form me, but ask Anakin Skywalker about slaying vampires sometime."

Isabel smiled. "That's sweet. In what I suppose is a weird Fandom way."

"Whose Anakin?"

"Anakin is ... about yay tall," she says, gesturing a few inches above her head. "Brown hair, kind of a weird hairdo, looks a little like a refugee from Kajagoogoo. Wears these robe things most of the time. Have you met Rory Gilmore yet? He hangs out with her a lot."

"He's a really cool guy. One of the ones from outer space, actually."

"No I haven't met either of them yet." Isabel tried to keep casual. "He's an alien?"

"I guess," Angela says. "I mean, he's human-looking, but he's from a planet called ..." she stuggles to remember the strange name. "Coruscant? I think? It's way far away is all I really know."

[OOC: Cool.]

Isabel is really not trying to pump Angela for information. Really.

"Wow, that might be the weirdest thing for me. I mean coming from Roswell, I've been so over-exposed to so many different alien theories that I tend to think they're all ridiculous at this point. And yet you're telling me that here in Fandom I have an alien for a classmate?" She stopped, trying to be subtle. "Wait you said 'ones', plural? There's more? From different planets?"

"Yes, but most of them ... I mean, there aren't any, like, three feet tall people with green skin," Angela explains. "But there's a whole bunch of people who are technically aliens, I guess. Anders. Cally. Lee Adama. Kara Thrace, I think. The Doctor. Han Solo. This girl Chiana, who is probably the only one you'd pick out -- she's kind of grey. The rest of them are just normal people who aren't from earth."

Well, she'd wanted information. And now, even though she swore she wanted no part of her supposed Destiny, she felt like she owed it to Max to let him know.

"The conspiracy freaks ~~and the FBI Special Unit~~ would love this place." Isabel rose to her feet. "I'm sorry Angela, I just realized I left my curling iron on ~~Yes, it's a lame excuse~~. I got up way too early for sign-ups to actually function."

"No problem," Angela says. "Don't burn the dorms down. Talk to you later."

"Definitely!"

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