http://carter-i-am.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-02-14 07:57 pm

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night, Oregon Statehood Day

Trying to ignore everyone coupling off all over the damn school, Sam turned on the Aaron Echolls film festival and prepared to lose herself in the movies. She had a large bowl of popcorn and bottle of diet coke and settled into one of the chairs.

Of course, she was immensely interruptable.

[ooc: For anyone without a significant other, abandoned by them, or protesting Valentine's Day in general.]
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me neither, but my BFF keeps accusing me of it." And he so owed her an e-mail. Just... gah. "For some reason she thinks I'm occasionally strange. I can't imagine why."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guest-starring in someone else's fandom. England. Sort of. They kind of did a mass exchange-program-without-the-exchange-part with everybody in our high school, and she ended up in another dimension at this academy for witches. I think it's the same place Malfoy's from, but..." He shrugged. "Dimensions wacky, Xander weird, News at 11."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeremiah tilted his head and opened and shut his mouth several times, trying to figure out if the Thing that was being held out to him was food or not, but it didn't smell like food. Food wriggled and flew, or at least smelled like it used to wriggle and fly.

Xander nodded. "Kinda, yeah. There's a couple people from our gang of friends here, or close enough, but it's not the same without Willow. Or Buffy - she's back at home trying to hunt down a giant snake." He glanced down at Jeremiah. "He probably won't take that; he won't eat Twinkies, so clearly he's got no taste in snacks."

Then he looked back up at Sam. "What about you? You leave friends back home, or did everybody from your school of inbred mutant jewel thieves get shipped here? I know there's a pretty big bunch of you."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-16 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Xander shrugged. "For me? No. Willow and I've been friends for as long as I can remember. For other people? I dunno; it's not like that stands out among the rest of the weird." He snorted. "I think I'm just destined to be one of those guys who's an expert at holding purses, braiding hair, and learning way too much about products I will never use unless dressing battlfield wounds."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-16 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"More or less. There was this thing a couple Halloweens ago where we all got turned into whatever we were dressed up as, for real, memories and all. I was a soldier." He scratched his head. "Some of it's a bit hazy, but your basic emergency first aid's definitely still in there; not a skill you're gonna lose from lack of practice in Sunnydale."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-16 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thought about it at one point," Xander admitted. "I'm ok at following orders. But... not so ok with the part where if you don't like the orders, they throw you in the stockade instead of firing you when you tell your boss to kiss your ass." He grinned. "Also not so great with the getting up at 0600 hours, Shop class aside."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-16 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander snorted. "It's definitely not for my dad. I come by it honestly, I guess. "