So How Was Your Day? - Third Floor Common Room, late Friday night

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Pre-played by kawalsky (Kawalsky), krycek_rat (Krycek), ihatedenmark (Hamlet), rory__gilmore (Rory), bruiser_in_pink (Molly), sea_incarnadine (Macbeth), psycho_jackass (Logan) and psycho_barbie (Callisto).

Posted in fandomhighdorms because it was set in the third floor common room at a non-descript time late Friday night. Since this is pre-played and, by the end of it, everyone has left, no IC interaction can occur, but OOC comments are welcome. If your character was in the 3rd floor common room, please assume that we were in there at a different time. People may have overheard us though.



Kawalsky: "Bored bored bored bored bored. Booooored. Bored. Talking to myself."
Logan: Logan stumbled down the hallway and dropped onto a couch.
Molly: Too many years living without supervision has left Molly with a really screwed up sleep schedule. Again not wanting to bug her roommate, she goes to check out the common rooms to see if anyone is awake.
Hamlet: Hamlet wandered down through the common rooms until he found one with people in it. He couldn't sleep. He was still worried about where Duo was. "I take it you all can't sleep as well?"
Kawalsky: Kawalsky stopped talking to himself because, well, there were other people here to talk to now. "I can, I just choose not to."
Macbeth: Macbeth was wandering as well, his eyes wide open in that "Can't sleep, fur will eat me" sort of way, and he managed to find his way into a common room, yet again.
Callisto: Callisto, having returned to the dorms in a much better than she'd left them, wandered into the common room and flopped onto a couch.
Logan: Logan stretched out on a couch. "Sleep's good." He stared up at the walls. "Dude. Lots of posters up."
Krycek: Krycek wandered back up the stairs and, avoiding the last of the party down the hall, decided to hang in the common room until sleep called. "No school, why bother sleeping at a normal hour?"
Rory: A small ball of fur came flying into the common room, followed shortly by a very
sleepy-looking, pyjama-clad Rory. Vladdie immediately chose the close and familiar target of Logan, and went to sit on him.
Kawalsky: "Hey Kry, Rory, vampire dog, everyone else. What's up?"
Callisto: "Elections," Callisto replied. "Or rather election posters."
Logan: "Hey, puppy," Logan said, scratching Vladdie behind the ears.
Kawalsky: "Yeah, Logan just said about all those posters. I can't believe that they're gonna go through all that again."
Rory: "Insomniac puppy," Rory replied. She spared a glare for Logan before falling into a chair.
Hamlet: "Who's running this time? The same people as last?"
Krycek: "Some of them, I think."
Kawalsky: "Heh, yeah, except this time everyone's campaigning for each other instead of trying to kill each other."
Logan: "Phoebe is," Logan said, pointing. "And Cal. And Marty."
Macbeth: "Running?" Macbeth tilted his head a little, rather lost. "Running from what?"
Rory: "Not me," Rory said quietly. "Hated it last time."
Callisto: "Reviving the old Batsh*t Crazies," Callisto grinned.
Hamlet: "Didn't Angel put a poster up as well? Is he running too?"
Krycek: Krycek shrugged out of his jacket and flopped in a chair. "Running -for-, not from."
Kawalsky: "Angel was up to a lot of things today. I saw him all over the place. Don't know about the election though."
Macbeth: "Running... chasing something, then?"
Callisto: "He is if Parker has anything to say about it," Callisto said. "I think he might have stolen one of my posters though."
Rory: "Because he loves you," Rory muttered.
Krycek: Krycek snickered.
Hamlet: "Chasing power. Such is the purpose of a student counsel."
Callisto: Callisto might have thrown things at Krycek and Rory.
Logan: "Who are you?" Logan asked the new kid.
Macbeth: Macbeth looked somewhat chagrined. "Thane Macbeth of...." He sighed. "Just call me Macbeth."
Kawalsky: "Can I call you Mac?" Kawalsky asked.
Logan: "Yo, Mac," Logan gave him a wave. "Logan." He pointed to himself.
Molly: "And I'm Molly. Molly Hayes."
Rory: Rory might have ducked before waving at Macbeth. "I'm Rory. Callisto loves Angel."
Krycek: Krycek lifted a hand in a vague wave. "Krycek."
Logan: "Hi Molly!"
Kawalsky: "Mac and Molly. Sorry Molly, I don't have a cool nickname for you yet."
Logan: Logan smirked. "But he likes Jack."
Hamlet: Hamlet nodded. "I'm Hamlet. I believe I met you, Macbeth, last night, but not Molly."
Rory: "No, Jack likes Parker," Rory said patiently.
Callisto: "Who likes Jack?" Callisto asked.
Macbeth: "Mac...?" And up went the ever-raising eyebrow.... "Aye... Mac will do..." At this point of sleep starvation, he was willing to answer to just about anything... "Aye, I saw you last night, Hamlet... You had the papers?"
Logan: "Jack likes everyone," Logan pointed out.
Hamlet: "For class registration, yes. Have you gone through with that yet?"
Callisto: "Which Jack?" she added.
Krycek: "Jack's a nice guy."
Krycek: "Harkness, I'm assuming?"
Rory: "Did you find that out firsthand?" Rory asked Logan not at all snarkily.
Macbeth: "Aye... I believe I registered... For... something..." Sleepy and lost. So sleepy and lost...
Logan: Logan coughed. "I saw him making out with Angel, so kinda."
Kawalsky: "Macbeth was making out with Angel?"
Krycek: Krycek smirked at Macbeth. "Classes maybe?"
Callisto: "He WHAT?" Callisto yelled.
Logan: "He was?" Logan asked, surprised.
Rory: Rory stared. "Cal, Jack mouth-raped your boyfriend!"
Kawalsky: Kawalsky ducked.
Macbeth: Macbeth looked up blurry-eyed for lack of sleep, but full of (puny and insignificant) rage nevertheless. "I do NOT have a BOYFRIEND!!!"
Krycek: "Is there something wrong with having a boyfriend?"
Logan: "Good," Logan said. "Then he won't be jealous about you making out with Angel."
Rory: Rory thought that was kind of adorable. "Of course you don't. No one said you did,
Mac."
Callisto: Callisto might have started muttering dire threats against Jack Harkness, but that would have implied she was jealous or something.
Kawalsky: "Wait, how can Angel be making out with Jack? Which Jack? I thought Angel was at the magic show tonight."
Callisto: So she wasn't. Really.
Hamlet: Hamlet paused. "Thinking of that... Krycek, what excatly is your involvement with Lee?"
Kawalsky: "Now Krycek's making out with Lee? Why doesn't anyone invite me to these parties?"
Rory: Rory stared some more. "Alex, you ARE dirty."
Krycek: Krycek blinked at Hamlet, then frowned. "I've never met the guy."
Callisto: "Krycek made out with Lee? Was Jake there too?"
Krycek: "Hey!" He glared at Kawalsky.
Hamlet: "...then why did you phone to invite me to his naked slumber party? Surely you must be close to him to do such a thing."
Krycek: "Jesus, gossip-mongers, all of you."
Rory: "No, LEE is the gossip-monger. My GOD, he's like a little girl," Rory groaned.
Krycek: "I was just passing on the message," he told Hamlet.
Macbeth: Macbeth stared incredulously at the group for a moment, forcing himself to relax some. Which didn't take much. His undying rage was quickly being killed off by sleep deprivation nevertheless.
Macbeth: "Someone told me that my boyfriend left me... speaking on that blasted box with the red blinking light... the one that rings..."
Krycek: "...I'm not at all close to him. Never met him, like I said." Krycek seemed rather grumpy.
Callisto: "The telephone."
Hamlet: Hamlet nodded. He didn’t believe Krycek's protests.
Kawalsky: "Oh man, don't get me started on the phones today."
Macbeth: "The what, now?"
Hamlet: "All of you had issues as well?"
Rory: "What was with the phones, anyway?" Rory asked. "Crossed wires or something?"
Kawalsky: "The machine you talk into and get messages from."
Molly: "I was getting weird calls all day too. I really need to find out who this Marty guy is so that I can avoid him."
Logan: "Dude. The phones were screwed," Logan said.
Krycek: Krycek eyed Hamlet with the feeling that this was not at all finished.
Hamlet: Hamlet snickered. "It's almost as if they were possessed by demons, the way they were acting up."
Kawalsky: "I heard Marty was talking about ferret sex?"
Macbeth: "I'll take my messages delivered in person by a man on horseback..." More grumping.
Rory: "Oh, Molly," Rory said, "Marty's sweet. I don't know what was with the ferrets."
Logan: "Marty Blank?" Logan asked Molly. "Yeah, stay away from him."
Rory: "He's a good guy," Rory said calmly.
Macbeth: Macbeth looked up sharply at Hamlet's comment. "Demons, too!?"
Kawalsky: "Marty's okay. Weird, but okay."
Callisto: "I can beat you for freaky messages," Callisto declared. "Lee's freak of a father rang me and declared I was a male, and thus had no...well, y'know."
Hamlet: "Perhaps. It might explain why I was invited by Janet to participate in a theatrical production of "Thelma and Louise"."
Macbeth: "I was hired... by two people... for what, I don't know..."
Kawalsky: "You and Anakin should do it, Hamlet. You'd make a great Thelma."
Rory: Rory coughed. For no reason.
Hamlet: "I must admit I am not familiar with the script. Is it a good story?"
Krycek: "I got a booty call from Marty, Cally, Crichton someone named Charlie - not Kawalsky - and something from Rory."
Logan: "We're doing "Thelma and Louise"? " Logan asked. "I think someone volunteered me as Louise."
Logan: "You called me," Logan said. "Something about handcuffs and chocolate."
Rory: "Oh, I got that too. From Cally." Rory shuddered.
Callisto: "Angel tried to wriggle out of our date," Callisto muttered quickly. "But apparently that was meant for Logan."
Krycek: Krycek sighed.
Callisto: "Kry rang me about the handcuffs too."
Rory: Rory looked over at Logan. She didn't smirk. He had her puppy, after all.
Logan: "I didn't have a date with Angel," Logan said.
Krycek: "That was in response to Cally," he explained.
Macbeth: "So... I can assume that these 'telephone demons' are the ones who threatened t'kill me, then? Over their... girlfriends?" Macbeth was as lost as ever.
Callisto: Callisto suddenly blanched. "Krycek, you did get my message back about the handcuffs?"
Logan: "Demons threatening people over girlfriends? Sounds like Bel," Logan said.
Hamlet: "I suppose so. That would also explain why I was accused of stalking someone with a hovercar."
Krycek: Krycek arched an eyebrow at Callisto. "No? Why, what'd you say?" He was trying to remember what exactly he'd said about the handcuffs in the first place.
Krycek: "...Hovercar?"
Logan: Logan frowned. "What about my message? Pretty sure I called you back."
Molly: Something finally clicked for Molly. "Rory! I got a message from you today. Something about folder helmets and killing John."
Krycek: "Same message I got from Rory," Krycek put in.
Callisto: Callisto facepalmed. "Oh frak, that means someone else got my message about handcuffs, chocolate sryup and group sex."
Molly: Molly snickered.
Rory: Rory blushed. "Yes. John has...incriminating photos."
Callisto: "What? I wasn't inviting Kry to have group sex. I knew he'd get the joke I made about it!"
Macbeth: "And another telephone demon asked me if Parker was ... sleeping with her
ex-boss' boyfriend... Didn't even know she had a birthday... or something..." Macbeth's curiosity was swiftly turning into confused mutterings. Telephones?
Kawalsky: "Parker's sleeping who in the what now?"
Logan: Logan frowned. "Well, you're the only Alex around, right? So whoever got that
message would know it went to the wrong person."
Krycek: Krycek clapped a hand over his eyes as he realized he'd told who knows how many people he loved them. Great.
Rory: "With Jarod?" Rory asked hopefully.
Krycek: "I think so," Krycek said to Logan, shrugging.
Rory: Rory thought. "What's Xander's name short for?"
Callisto: "No idea."
Macbeth: "Someone else wanted to know if he sounded like a woman..." Macbeth tapered off into more numb mutterings. "If the telephone demons were running amok, then who was I yellin' at?"
Krycek: Krycek glanced at Rory. "...I would assume Alexander."
Rory: "Just checking." Rory smiled.
Logan: Logan shrugged. "No one calls him that, anyway."
Callisto: "Oh, gods, I made multiple death threats towards Angel today."
Logan: "So today's different how?"
Kawalsky: "Really? Is that foreplay where you come from?"
Rory: Rory high-fived Charlie.
Callisto: Callisto headdesked. "I'm so gonna get expelled if they went to the wrong people."
Kawalsky: Charlie grinned and high-fived back.
Molly: Molly laughed.
Logan: "Oh!" Logan said. "Was that with a spoon?"
Macbeth: Macbeth stood there in sleep-fogged confusion.
Rory: "S'okay, Cal. He'll follow you wherever you may go," Rory said seriously.
Callisto: Callisto glared at them. "Yes."
Kawalsky: "Don't worry, Mac. This is a normal day. You'll get used to it."
Hamlet: "We can only hope that this problem only affected the students and that none of these mistaken phone messages were sent to professors."
Macbeth: "If this is normal..." Macbeth found himself somewhat worried.
Krycek: "Or the principal. Or anyone you care about."
Hamlet: "It likely still won't make the least bit of sense, but at least you will be used to it."
Logan: "He'll follow, he'll follow, he'll follow, wherever you may go," Logan sang tunelessly under his breath.
Callisto: Callisto threw a cushion at Logan
Macbeth: "That's... reassurin', lad..."
Rory: "This is tame," Rory said to Macbeth. "No zombies. Yet."
Macbeth: "Zombies?"
Molly: "Zombies?"
Rory: "Dead people. Who think we look tasty."
Krycek: "Now that was a great welcome wagon," Krycek reminisced.
Macbeth: "Not MORE dead people!?"
Callisto: "Zombie stew in the library."
Logan: "There isn't a mountain too steep," Logan sang as the pillow bounced off him.
Hamlet: "Well, the undead, to be technical."
Logan: "A something so high it can keep - keep him away!"
Callisto: Callisto may have tried to tackle Logan.
Krycek: "Logan, your boyfriend can't hear you out here - maybe you want to go back to the party?"
Macbeth: "Undead... Dead... Ghosts..." Macbeth was a shade more pale than he was a moment ago.
Rory: Rory gave a sharp whistle, and Vladdie moved out of the way so that Callisto didn't omgsmush him.
Molly: "I've heard about gremlins, squids that aren't in the pool anymore and vampires. Zombies too, huh?"
Kawalsky: "Zombies were in the past. Hopefully they'll never come back."
Rory: "Only that one time," Rory said reassuringly. "I knocked one out with a frying pan!"
Logan: Underneath Callisto, these muffled words may have been heard. "He loves you! He loves you! He loves you! And where you go he'll -ack!"
Rory: Rory was torn between cheering Logan on and continuing to kind of hate him. It was a predicament.
Hamlet: Hamlet rolled his eyes at Logan. That would be part of the reason he didn't drink.
Callisto: "Stop singing!"
Logan: Logan flailed drunkenly for a moment, then started tickling Cal.
Rory: "Keep singing. She likes it!"
Macbeth: Macbeth was torn between fainting and just passing out for lack of sleep. It was also a predicament. So, the Thane just wobbled a little.
Kawalsky: "So what else did I miss today?"
Callisto: "Eep!" Callisto scrambled off Logan.
Krycek: "Macbeth? You could, you know, sit down?"
Rory: Rory piped up. "I moved."
Logan: "You love him! You love him! You love him!" Logan sang.
Kawalsky: Kawalsky snickered.
Macbeth: "At this point, I'm afraid that the very chairs are gonna open up and eat me."
Rory: Rory grinned in spite of herself.
Callisto: "I'll get you Logan, somehow."
Kawalsky: "Nah Mac, just the closets. Stay away from them."
Krycek: "Living in fear isn't the way to go. Sit down."
Logan: Logan grinned and tossed her a salute.
Logan: "Closets are bad. Because of bunnies," Logan explained.
Rory: Rory help up Vladdie. "Wanna meet a vampire, Mac?"
Molly: Molly bounced a little. "I met this really nice girl today and helped her move." She looked at Rory. "Oh, right! That was you!" She smiled.
Macbeth: "And what's in the closets?" He took a reluctant seat. Comfortable. He might not want to get up again. .. And... "Vampire?"
Kawalsky: "I met another new kid named Peter Parker. That's gonna confuse the hell out of the other Parker."
Rory: Vladdie hovered. Adorably. "Vampire," Rory nodded.
Logan: "We should call her Maureen," Logan suggested.
Callisto: "Cousins, maybe," Callisto suggested.
Rory: "No we shouldn't," Rory said sharply.
Hamlet: Hamlet smirked. "I suppose we couldn't just refer to them both as 'Parker'?"
Krycek: "Maureen? Why?"
Callisto: "I already do," Callisto said.
Rory: "Don't call her that," Rory warned.
Logan: "Because it's her name, Alex," Logan said.
Rory: "And you can all call me Lorelai, if you're going to do that."
Kawalsky: "Okay Lorelai."
Logan: "Okay, Lorelai."
Callisto: "Okay, Lorelai."
Krycek: "And she prefers Parker." Krycek ignored the Lorelai meme.
Hamlet: "Alright, Lorelai."
Macbeth: "The other Parker who had the birthday, or the Parker who is sleeping with her ex-boss' boyfriend?" Macbeth was lost again.
Rory: "I think that's the same person?" Rory guessed.
Hamlet: "Unless it is the other Parker."
Molly: So many names, Molly thought and sighed. "It's going to take me forever to learn everyone's names." She slumped in the chair.
Macbeth: "How many bloody Parkers do ye have here?"
Krycek: "Two. I think."
Kawalsky: "I still don't know everyone's. Just learn faces."
Callisto: "Somehow I don't think the new guys has had time to date Professor Pierson."
Macbeth: "Date?"
Rory: Rory stared. "Date. Like...go out with."
Hamlet: "Courting, with some benefits of marriage."
Callisto: "Court."
Rory: Rory shrugged. "Or that. When are you from, Mac?"
Logan: "Screwing," Logan said.
Macbeth: "Scotland. ... Screwing?"
Logan: "You know, sex," Logan said. He circled the thumb and forefinger of one hand and demonstrated with the index finger of the other hand.
Krycek: "Macbeth seems a bit anachronistically displaced."
Rory: "Always classy," Rory said to Logan.
Krycek: "No, -when-."
Macbeth: "Anachrowhat!?"
Rory: "Yeah, I said 'when.'"
Krycek: "Out of time. What year is it where you're from?"
Hamlet: "Displaced from your proper time period."
Macbeth: "1057." ... "I thought that was Porn..." So lost, now.
Rory: Rory rolled her eyes. "Ignore the crude jerk. It's just better that way. And porn is...images."
Callisto: "Porn is... fake sex."
Logan: "Porn has screwing," Logan said. "But you can have screwing without porn."
Kawalsky: "Where's porn?"
Macbeth: "You can fake it!?"
Kawalsky: "Why am I missing out on all of the fun stuff?"
Logan: "Special collections," Logan said.
Krycek: "A thousand years, give or take, is certainly a good reason for being a bit confused." Krycek was ignoring the rest of the conversation.
Macbeth: Suddenly, all those years spent with his wife concerned Macbeth somewhat.
Hamlet: "Welcome to the carnal culture of the modern era." Hamlet isn't bitter over his Mother and uncle, oh no he's not.
Rory: "I knew you were only in there for porn," Rory smirked at Logan.
Logan: "What? It was academic interest," Logan said. "We had a note."
Rory: "Uh huh. In porn."
Krycek: "Children?"
Logan: "Erotica, technically," Logan said.
Callisto: "Who the hell did you get to sign that note?"
Macbeth: "Academic... Children... Erotica..." Everything was running together again...
Logan: "The art teacher," Logan said.
Rory: "The one who gave you rum?"
Logan: "Yep," Logan said.
Callisto: "Ahhh," Callisto said as it that explained everything.
Rory: "And who gave me coffee less than a week after a blood transfusion. Great. One to be taken seriously."
Krycek: "I wonder if the party's over with by now," Krycek muttered, glancing down the hall.
Macbeth: "Party?"
Kawalsky: Kawalsky started to sing. "The internet is really, really great.. for porn."
Rory: Rory made a face. "Naked orgy party thing."
Logan: "Right. You didn't suck up that coffee right away," Logan said.
Callisto: "There was a naked party?"
Hamlet: "And how was Lee's naked party? I assume you attended." He raised an eyebrow teasingly.
Rory: "Of course I did. This is me," Rory replied.
Logan: "That's where Angel kissed Jack," Logan said helpfully.
Macbeth: "Naked porn party?" Macbeth thought he might be getting the basic idea.
Logan: "I don't know where he kissed Macbeth," Logan said.
Macbeth: "Nobody kissed me!"
Krycek: "What, me?" Krycek eyed Hamlet. "No."
Hamlet: "Despite sending out all those invitations?"
Callisto: "Angel was at a naked party?" Callisto yelped, not sounding the least bit disappointed.
Kawalsky: "Were the new kids involved in porn and nakedness?"
Logan: "I'm sorry," Logan said to Macbeth. "Perhaps Jack's still there?"
Krycek: "Did everyone actually bring their pillows?"
Rory: "It's okay, Cal. Angel still loves you," Rory said.
Logan: "Yeah, Cordelia was there," Logan said.
Rory: "Who's Cordelia?"
Kawalsky: "Cordelia is one of the new girls. She's hot. Not that I'm interested, because yo, Liz. But hot."
Macbeth: "And I don't have a boyfriend." Mutter mutter mutter....
Molly: "Not me," said Molly. "This is the first I've heard of it."
Logan: "Nice girl. Very nice girl."
Krycek: "Which means she's probably hot."
Callisto: "I missed naked Angel?" Callisto was not fixated or anything.
Logan: "Don't worry, Mac, you'll find a boy soon."
Hamlet: "It is alright to follow your natural orientation in these things."
Macbeth: Macbeth couldn't stutter a proper response to that one.
Rory: Rory sighed. "Ignore him, Mac. Please. For your own good."
Macbeth: "Right... I'm ignorin'..."
Logan: "There's nothing wrong with liking men," Logan assured Macbeth.
Molly: Molly snickered at Macbeth's reaction.
Kawalsky: "What about that blonde I've seen around? Isabel I think I've heard her called? Was it just me or was she everywhere today?"
Macbeth: Macbeth stuttered some more.
Rory: "Of course not, Logan," Rory replied coolly.
Logan: "I saw a new blonde at the party," Logan said. "Didn't talk to her much, though."
Krycek: "Not as hot, I guess?"
Rory: Rory quirked a brow.
Logan: "There's a girl from Argentina there, too. Nadia."
Kawalsky: "I dunno.. Isabel's pretty hot from what I saw."
Logan: "Oh, no, she was hot." Logan said.
Rory: "Oh, Nadia's nice. I talked to her at Parker's party."
Hamlet: "I have yet to meet most of the new students. I would like to, though."
Callisto: "Me too, she liked the idea of being a radio spy."
Macbeth: "The Parker who is sleeping with..."
Krycek: "Jack."
Macbeth: "Aye..."
Hamlet: "May be Maureen or Peter, yes."
Kawalsky: "Wait, which Jack? Not O'Neill?"
Rory: "No, Harkness."
Kawalsky: "Thank God."
Callisto: "The Jack who kissed my boyfriend!"
Logan: Logan nodded.
Rory: "Angel still loves you, even if Jack raped his mouth."
Callisto: Callisto did not sound the least bit possessive.
Hamlet: Hamlet looked at her. "Your boyfriend has kissed near everyone while under that spell."
Macbeth: ... Macbeth was afraid to ask. "Raped?"
Logan: "Oh, please, Angel was begging Jack to kiss him."
Rory: Rory stared at Callisto. "Wait, did you just call Angel your boyfriend?"
Kawalsky: Kawalsky doubled over laughing. "Callisto just called Angel her boyfriend!" Charlie agreed.
Krycek: Krycek sighed. "Raped as in forced a kiss on him," he told Macbeth.
Callisto: "He wasn't under a spell tonight!" Callisto was not flailing
Molly: "I heard her too." Molly smiled at Callisto.
Molly: This was fun.
Logan: "She loves him! She loves him! She loves him!" Logan sang.
Rory: "Callisto loves him," Rory said to Molly.
Callisto: Callisto threw death glares at Rory and Kawalsky.
Krycek: Krycek grinned at Callisto. "Finally."
Kawalsky: "Callisto and Angel sittin' in a tree."
Rory: "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Logan: "It doesn't bother you that he kissed a naked guy tonight?" Logan raised his eyebrows at Callisto.
Rory: "Shh, Logan, you're ruining it."
Macbeth: Naked men. Kissing. This was starting to break Macbeth's little mind. More.
Kawalsky: "Maybe Callisto's into watching two naked guys together. There's nothing wrong with different tastes as long as they don't involve chickens."
Logan: "Nevermind," Logan said quickly.
Callisto: "I didn't say that Logan!"
Logan: "He really does like you," Logan told Cal.
Krycek: Krycek nodded agreement.
Rory: "Awww," Rory smiled. "He does."
Krycek: "No one gets that flustered without a reason."
Hamlet: "...chickens?"
Kawalsky: "Chickens!"
Callisto: "Of course it bothers me that my boyfriend apparently has no trouble kissing naked guys but runs off the second I suggest anything."
Logan: "That's Marty's kink," Logan said.
Macbeth: "Chickens?"
Kawalsky: "Chicke.. nah, it's not the same as giraffes."
Krycek: "That's because he likes you," Krycek said to Callisto, patiently.
Rory: "No, ferrets," Rory corrected in spite of herself.
Logan: "He's scared of talking," Logan said.
Molly: Molly narrowed her eyes. "Another reason to stay away from that Marty guy. Weird."
Rory: "He is. He's kind of scared of you, a little," Rory added.
Krycek: "Right. Have you noticed the not so good with words thing?"
Rory: "Not so articulate, our boy," Rory nodded.
Callisto: "No I hadn't noticed," Callisto deadpanned.
Hamlet: "Ferrets and Chickens? He must have an unusual idea of a love life."
Krycek: "So don't be dense."
Krycek: Krycek arched an eyebrow. "If you know, then don't be surprised by it."
Kawalsky: "I think part of my brain just dribbled out of my ear."
Macbeth: "That would be more messy, would it not?" Macbeth looked for traces of brain.
Rory: "Exactly," Rory agreed with a nod to Krycek. "He's not good with words. Don't be surprised when he's spazzy."
Krycek: "Not that he couldn't learn to, you know, communicate without tripping over his own tongue." He smirked.
Rory: "I'm sure you could find ways," Rory said, waggling her brows.
Callisto: "But I'm not asking him to communicate," Callisto might have muttered under her breath. "I just want the sex before I die of old age."
Logan: "Just jump him," Logan advised.
Macbeth: "Jump him?"
Krycek: "Seriously."
Rory: "Pounce on him. Drag him into a closet. But not the one on the second floor of the school. By journalism."
Callisto: "But that would involve getting him alone, and he keeps running off!"
Logan: "Mac, in this day and age it is acceptable for a woman to be sexually aggressive."
Rory: "You know, unless you like bunnies."
Logan: "Trap him!" Logan said. "Weren't you a warrior woman?"
Rory: "Just don't burninate him," Rory suggested.
Macbeth: "In my day and age, it was just as acceptable. In a bedroom. Married."
Kawalsky: "Callisto, are you related to Bitterwoman?"
Rory: "Mac, times, they have a-changed."
Callisto: "Am. Am a warrior." Rory and Charlie just got glares.
Macbeth: "I have noticed..."
Kawalsky: "Was there anything going on in town today?" It was time for a topic change.
Hamlet: "I haven't the foggiest idea. I never left my room."
Logan: "Then surely you can handle one man," Logan said.
Rory: "And also, Cal, you're pretty. And Angel? Deeply aware of that. Use it."
Hamlet: Hamlet muttered something under his breath about marriages and incest and stabbing things.
Logan: "Caritas had a magic show," Logan said.
Krycek: Krycek glanced at Hamlet. "...Want to share with the class?"
Macbeth: Macbeth totally comprehends the stabbing things.
Hamlet: Hamlet glared at Kry. "No."
Rory: "I just moved and went to the naked party," Rory shrugged. "What happened at the magic show?"
Logan: "Angel volunteered," Logan said.
Callisto: "Angel got trapped in a box, or something"
Rory: "Kinky."
Logan: "Have you tried trapping him in a box, Cal?"
Krycek: "So Angel was at Caritas, not the Naked Party?"
Logan: "No, the Naked Party was after. Probably during, too, but also after."
Kawalsky: "So everyone was naked for a long time?"
Rory: "You should borrow Cally's cuffs!" Rory exclaimed at Callisto. "And use them to trap him! It's GENIUS."
Callisto: "Cally's sexing cuffs?"
Kawalsky: "Cally has handcuffs? Brain. Hurt. Pain."
Logan: "Well, I don't know what time they started," Logan said.
Rory: "I wasn't naked," Rory supplied. "I just went to yell at Lee."
Macbeth: "Handcuffs being...?"
Krycek: "And chocolate syrup, apparently. And someone videotaped them."
Krycek: "Restraints, Macbeth."
Rory: Rory clasped a hand around her wrist. "Shackles, kinda."
Hamlet: "Restraining instruments, used about the wrists."
Logan: "Good for screwing," Logan offered.
Macbeth: ......... "Aye."
Callisto: "Handcuffs, chocolate syrup, trap in a box..." Callisto was not taking notes.
Rory: "If you're into that," Rory amended.
Hamlet: Hamlet glared at him. "Thank you for your insightful comment, Logan."
Logan: "Wonka's is good for chocolate," Logan reminded Cal.
Molly: Molly decided that this school wasn't going to be that different from living in L.A. after all.
Macbeth: Macbeth wasn't certain anymore if he was becoming enlightened, or corrupted.
Rory: Rory would have suggested both.
Molly: "What's Wonka's?" Molly asked.
Krycek: "Candy shop. I wouldn't go there."
Callisto: "Candy store. In town."
Kawalsky: "Candy store in town. They sell weird stuff."
Rory: "Their candy makes people float."
Macbeth: "Aye, I was hired there, according to the telephone demons..."
Kawalsky: "Congrats, Mac."
Molly: "Oooo! Really?" Molly's eyes lit up.
Callisto: "They made Kawalsky sing."
Kawalsky: "Yeah, because that's hard to do."
Krycek: "You got that one too? I was hired as well, without ever applying." Krycek snorted.
Hamlet: "Was it Billy Joel again?"
Rory: Rory pointed at Logan. "Or it could just be his light-footed nature."
Kawalsky: "I really don't remember."
Callisto: "Songs about Maureen and Principal Bristow"
Macbeth: "I... do not think I... applied... either."
Logan: "I am graceful like whoa," Logan agreed.
Rory: "Except for how you're not," Rory said amiably.
Kawalsky: "Oh. That's right."
Logan: "Yep, magic candy," Logan said.
Krycek: Krycek shook his head. "I for one would not trust magic candy that isn't properly tested."
Molly: "Coooool."
Krycek: "Not if you ended up disfigured from it."
Logan: "Harmless," Logan said. "Unless you have a fear of singing."
Rory: "Or floating. Or twinkling."
Macbeth: "Twinkling?"
Krycek: "So far," Krycek shrugged.
Molly: "Coooool." Molly repeated.
Callisto: "I turned black!"
Rory: "Parker - girl Parker - and Angela were twinkly for Christmas," Rory supplied.
Macbeth: "What does that mean, though?"
Krycek: "They twinkled as a side-effect of the magic candy."
Rory: "Sparkly. Lit up."
Macbeth: "..... Twinkled?"
Macbeth: "Oh."
Hamlet: "That at least sounds like a interesting bit of magic."
Logan: Logan picked up the pillow Callisto had thrown and got comfortable on the couch.
Macbeth: Macbeth shudders as the word 'Magic' finally sinks in.
Rory: Rory yawned, and noticed Vladdie asleep beside her. "Puppy insomnia cured. Going to bed, guys."
Molly: Molly yawned. "I think I'm going to actually go sleep now too. I'll see you all around."
Kawalsky: "Bed sounds good. Logan, you got somewhere to sleep?"
Krycek: Krycek stands with a sigh. "Might as well sleep too. Not much else to do."
Logan: "I'm good here," he said with a yawn. "Don't feel up to walking home tonight."
Macbeth: Macbeth yawned as well. Something about watching other people yawn..
Kawalsky: "I've got a spare bed. It's yours if you want it. Gotta be more comfortable than the couch."
Molly: Molly dragged herself out of the chair and headed out with a wave to everyone.
Hamlet: "I suppose I should go to bed as well. I still haven't discovered where my roommate disappeared to. I hope he wasn't eaten by the sixth floor as well."
Macbeth: "Th' sixth floor, too...?"
Krycek: "Night guys. Nice meeting you, Macbeth." Krycek picked up his jacket.
Logan: "Sure," Logan said.
Macbeth: "Aye... Nice meeting ye all.."
Hamlet: "It is cursed or something. I aim to discover why someday."
Rory: "Likewise. Night, people," Rory called, carrying Vladdie back down to her room.
Macbeth: He wasn't entirely sure that anything made sense anymore. Or maybe it was just him. Maybe the world had turned completely upside-down in the past millennia, and Macbeth really was the odd one out. ... Nah.
Kawalsky: Kawalsky led Logan out of the room. Time for sleep.
Macbeth: Macbeth was still quite happy with his discovery of a comfy chair, too. He wiggled his butt into it slightly, settling in.
Krycek: Krycek was going to have to track down Jake tomorrow. He had a feeling that it'd be a good idea to find out if any of his messages had gone though...
Logan: Logan went to K's room with him.
Hamlet: "Goodnight all." Hamlet pried himself off the couch and started heading backup to his bed in room 603. He thought about the mysterious sixth floor the whole time he climbed the stairs.
Macbeth: Macbeth decided that a good night's sleep wasn't going to happen with the
phosphorescent fur, and he closed his eyes with another yawn, still horribly confused.