First Floor Lobby, Thursday Midday

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There are two big boxes sitting in the dorm lobby, addressed to one Samuel Throgmorten Anders, Room 201, Fandom High School, Apocalypse Avenue, Fandom, Virginia. Which means, of course, that Anders can't let them sit there with his entire stupid name on them for anyone wandering by to see.

That's why he's down here right now, ripping into them like a kid on Christmas morning (not that he's terribly familiar with that comparison), because he can't wait to get upstairs to his room to open them. This will make transporting them up the stairs a bit trickier, but he hasn't thought that far, now has he?

Currently, he's plunked down in the middle of the floor amidst a small field of packing peanuts, reading the big color-coded setup chart for his new computer. Because yay computer.

[OOC: Anders and Cally have left the lobby. However, feel free to use for any first-floor lobby needs, wants, shady motives, etc.]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Champ... are you planning on putting this together down here?" Cally says, seeing the chaos. "Cause that might not be a great idea."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"What? Naw, not down here." Anders looks up from his cross-legged position and scrubs a hand through his hair, smiling up at her. "Just sorta couldn't wait to take a look, that's all. It's all color-coded and stuff! I bet even I could hook this thing up. Just, you know, once I get it up to the room." He picks up a packing peanut and flicks it playfully at Cally's knee.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" Cally says, plopping down onto a chair. "Guess I'm out of a job."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders looks guilty at that. "Didn't mean it like that, coach. I said I could probably try if I wanted to, but if you want to, the job's all yours. Kinda figured you'd want me to figure it out for myself this time, that's all."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I was joking," Cally says, shaking her head. "I kinda want you to do it yourself, actually."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Anders bites his lip and starts arranging the packing peanuts into something that might be a diagram of a Pyramid court or might be a misshapen heart. "You really think I can?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I think you can do anything if you set your mind to it," Cally says with a nod.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders smiles. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, coach. You gonna be there to cheer me on?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yes. But you're gonna have to pay me if you want me to wear, like, a short shirt and handle a couple of pom-poms." Cally winks.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, frak me, no! That would be weird!" Anders blurts out. "Now, jeans and a tank top on the other hand, and those boots of yours? I'd pay you to wear that while you give me moral support."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally rolls her eyes. "I could do that, I guess."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sticks his tongue out at her. "Hi. Kidding."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally sticks her tongue out, right back at Anders. "Whatever."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Fine, don't believe me." Anders flicks three more packing peanuts into Cally's lap and goes back to reading the directions on the quick setup guide. "Okay, yeah, totally easy."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Well, cool," Cally says, flicking a packing peanut back at Anders. "You want me to supervise, when you put it together?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Please?" he asks, giving her the puppydog face. "You're gonna have to carry the smaller box, too. It's just the monitor, I think."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I'm carrying things, and you're putting stuff together?" Cally grins. "It's like, total flip-flop of the usual."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders flicks another packing peanut at her. "We share, remember? I'm carrying the other box. I'm just branching out a little too."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally flicks a packing peanut back at Anders. "Alright then. We doing this now, or do you need to keep going over the instructions?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Gimme a minute," he says, distracted and muttering to himself as he goes over the instructions one more time. He then puts them back in the box, folds the top flaps over each other to keep them sort-of closed for the time being, and gets up. "Okay! Moving time?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Alright," Cally says, and grabs hold of the box with the monitor. "Lead the way, champ."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You got it," says Anders, picking up the bigger box and heading toward the stairs. "Off we go. (http://futurebucs-star.livejournal.com/35855.html)"