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.]
soldtoarmenians: (frog)

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Xander came in carrying a tree and a frog.

A tree made of cookies, that is.

"Platonic roomie cookie?" he said, holding out the flowerpot full of goodies to Sam.

The frog was not made of cookies. It was just a frog. Purple, but no chocolate chips.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Parker came in bearing chocolate-covered espresso beans, and a bottle of Pepsi. "Hey, Carter. What's on the TV?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna came in, finally dressed in normal clothes and with Faithful on her shoulder. She's still clutching at the teddy bear though.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Harris," Parker says, just a little cautious, since she hasn't seen him, since, oh, Saturday. And a certain e-mail, and a conversation. "Ooo, cookies." She held up the chocolate-coffee. "Trade?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Perfect. I have a couple hours to kill before I go over to the 4th Sin." Parker grabbed a handful of popcorn, and folded herself into a pretzel on the couch. "Which one is this? The bus one?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Xander took a handful of popcorn and tossed one piece into his mouth.

"Valentine's Day's a tough one for Jeremiah. Brings back all those bitter memories of how nobody would kiss him when he had the mistletoe on his tank in Study Hall. I figured I should bring him out, get him some company and fresh air so he'll stop moping around about what a big purple dateless loser he is."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Parker waves to her as she comes in, then cocks an eyebrow at the teddy bear. "Gifted, I see. Congrats." She glared at the screen. "Are you kidding me?" she demanded as Aaron Echolls made a speech about respecting life.

Popcorn flew.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Witnessing a homicide. Probably." Parker grinned gleefully. "GOB, who works at Caritas with Jarod? Hired the Gomez Brothers to serenade Rory's evil twin. I'm thinking knives will be involved."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Peter wandered down, holding a camera and a cookie that looked identical to the cookies Xander had. Well, not identical. There were bites taken out of it.

"Alone together?" he asked.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna curled up on an armchair. "This count?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-15 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Mi cookies es su cookies," Xander said, offering the pot. No, not that pot. I believe there's some people outside the Kwik-Stop who can handle any such needs for you. If his gaze didn't quite meet hers, it could theoretically be blamed on the magnetic visual attraction of chocolate-covered coffee beans. Not vouching for whether that's a good theory, granted.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Parker dropped a half-dozen espresso beans in his hand, and grabbed cookie. "Muchas gracias," she said around a bite. "I had sex on Thursday."

Why she feels the need to share that, she can't quite say.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Excellent!" Peter hopped onto the couch. "I'm only here temporarily, but my plans consist of photographing a weirdo embarrassing himself in front of a hooker. Nothing romantic, I swear."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, always have been." Alanna blinked at Miss Parker. "Oh, the bear!" She glanced down at him. "Yeah. What is that?" She indicated the program on the TV.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna grabbed a handful of kernels and began feeding them to her cat.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Petey boy." Parker threw back a chocolate-espresso bean, and waved. "We're trashing the Echolls oevre. 'Cause it's fun. And violent." There may be too much glee in that assessment.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-15 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Logan Echolls' dad, doing a crappy job of disarming a bomb." Parker shook her head sadly. "And they wonder why he didn't an Oscar for this. You don't give Oscars for sub-par disarming skills. Pull up a cushion and mock with us."

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