Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter's sociology book was in front of him. He really wanted to read it. Really. But then again tonight was Enchanted on the WS network. Peter hadn't watched the show in years and he felt kind of amazed that it was still on the air. Oh well, it was better than sociology, anyway.

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[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth needed to get out of his room, and he needed to do something with himself when he did so.

After wandering for a while with an armload of fabric paints and glitter-glue, he made his way to the common room, his maroon beret still perched proudly atop his noggin.
And he looked around for a place to settle down and get to work. He had a plan in mind for this beret, and he was going to execute it tonight.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey there," Peter said. "Need help with any of that?"

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth glanced over at Peter and regarded him for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Aye, a hand setting it all out would be appreciated," he said, looking down at the armload of assorted Valentine's Day-related flashy paints with appealing colour schemes. "Thank ye, la-."
He cut himself off.
No. No lad. People around here didn't ever seem to take being called a lad or lass by a boy who appeared younger than they were well.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter cleared off the table so Macbeth actually had room to put his stuff down. "What are you working on?" he asked.

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth quite gratefully set the paint down on the table and then took the beret off his head, blissfully unaware of the hat-hair that he now sported taking a mental inventory of the supplies that he had set on the table.
"My 'Room-Mate' and I have come to the conclusion that I have fallen victim to 'colour-tyrrany,' and so I am going to do something to remedy that."
He set the beret down on the table and reached for a squeezie-tube of paint; a very attractive shade of pink, with just a hint of glitter mixed in with it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Feeling a bit weirded out still by the whole adventures-in-body-switching debacle, Bridge decided that since he'd spent so much time on the 3rd floor today, he might as well check out the Common Room.

"Hey!" he says, and bounces in.

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth looked up at the very bouncy lad, his arms still laden with paints and his maroon beret still as jauntily crooked as ever.
"Hey?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Bridge says again. "Bridge Carson. I don't think I've met you before."

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth nodded in agreement, studying his beret for a moment before looking up at Bridge.
"I do not believe we have met. I'm... Thane Macbeth. I prefer Macbeth, so you might as well just call me Thane like everyone else does and get it over with."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Why would I call you the name you don't want me to call you by, Hat-Dude-Macbeth?" Bridge asks curiously.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Bridge!" Peter said. "What's going on?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"People are in the wrong bodies today." Bridge says, a little absently.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"That's happened to me before," Peter said, in a hopefully off-hand manner that didn't betray the fact that he was telling the truth.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It actually happens with disturbing frequency where I come from. Hazard of being a superhero, or something," Bridge says with a shrug.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Music floats down from from the roof through the windows. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/419040.html?view=17921504#t17921504)

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Evening guys," Kawalsky said, entering with two boxes. "I come bearing chocolate cake and muffins. Who wants some?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Charlie! I'll take a muffin if you're offering," Peter said. "Hey, why are you damp?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"The balloon ninja struck again. I've got pretty good reflexes, and I'm used to dodging stuff, but even I can't out-dodge a ninja."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Dude, out-dodging a ninja would be *hard*," Bridge said. "Only, like, other ninjas can do that."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I got hit in the Perk the other day," Peter said, neglecting the fact that his spider-powers let him barely dodge the first balloon sent his way.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

A very cranky Anders, tonight with NO cupcakes, and notably no Cally, wanders up to the third floor common room and flops onto a couch. "Mmph."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Most unfortunately for Anders because he has an insane mun, this would happen to be right about when a damp and sore Archie, who is now cranky from walking back to campus damp and sore and carrying a heavy bag of baked goods, happens to walk in.

"Oh, for God's sake, you are the last person I wanted to see here tonight," Archie grumbles.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not that I ever wanna admit that we agree on something, but that goes for you too, Kennedy." Anders glares and fishes in his pockets for something to throw. Unfortunately, he comes up with nothing. "Go the frak away, all right? I don't want to deal with you tonight."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"My, my." Archie sets the bag of scones and croissants down on the table and makes a show out of arranging them carefully for everyone's enjoyment. "Aren't we in a foul mood tonight? What happened, Anders, did Cally find something more interesting than you to do tonight?"

He smirks and makes a tsk-ing sound. "I can't say that I'd blame her."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky sat and ate cake and ignored any kind of fighting going on, because he didn't really care enough to get involved tonight.

And, well, he had cake. Cake always came first.