Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

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[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

Maybe the only thing better than waking up with the sun and getting the day going was the luxury of sleeping in until the middle of the day.

Elle came out of her room in her pink pajamas and her hair in a messy bun with Bruiser under her arm (in matching pajamas).

"Do I smell chocolate?" she asked, mostly to Bruiser, before she spied the brownies. "Are these for anyone?" she asked the boys on the couch.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Help yourself. They're sort of a room-warming thing, I guess, since I just moved in down here." Xander smiled up at her. "Hi, I'm Xander. And this is Bridge."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Hi Xander! Hi Bridge!" she said, perking up immediately and snatching up a brownie. "I'm Elle and this is Bruiser. We live down there." she pointed toward the door that was decorated with pink glitter and ribbons. "Thanks for this!" she chirped.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Bridge waves. He glances down the hall at the door, and... can't help but think that Elle reminds him a *lot* of Syd, only a few years older. And with a dog.

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

She chews and swallows quickly, then takes a deep breath, "I'm so glad that people are down here because I heard all the real fun is on the second floor but I'm not supposed to go up there since I'm a counselor and not a student but that's ok because there's so many people here it seems like if you just look for a crowd you'll find it and Nadia said there's parties too which is so cool. I can't wait for camp to start, can you?" she chattered.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Usually there's a big crowd on the second floor, yeah, but there's so many new people that the other floors are getting used too and parties are a frequent occurence and camp sounds like it's gonna be fun." Bridge fires back.

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Really?" she squeaks, her pitch rising, "That's fantastic because I brought the best outfit for a beach party and I have some fantastic shoes too, plus I make super snack things and I just love to have fun with other people and it seems like everyone's like that hare." she said with wide, sparkling eyes. "Are you from California?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Born and raised, ma'am," Bridge nods.

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

She bounced a little and clapped as Bruiser looked distinctly pained. "Isn't that great? I am too! I could tell because you sound like home and not like all the stuffy people at Harvard who were all Aristotle and precedent and they don't even really have parties, just study groups. Massachusettes is a whole other world." she explained. "Why is everyone here calling me ma'am? Do I need to wear frumpy clothes, because I don't think I can do that."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raised a hand to stop Bridge from answering, and took a deep breath. Then let it out.

"Sorry, just wanted to get some of the oxygen while there was still any left. Carry on."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

Elle blinked at him and grinned, "You're so funny, Xander."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Thanks! I try. " Xander smiled. "I'm from California too, by the way. Sunnydale."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, For real?" she beamed, "I don't know where that is, but it's totally like old home week! We should have a California-style beach party and show these people what we're all about!"

[soldtoarmenians]

"That's a good idea." Xander grinned. "Maybe not in mid-May in Virginia, though." He rolled his eyes. "What the hell, east coasters. Beaches should be warm."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

Nodding emphatically, she tipped her head to the side, "You're so right. But I've kinda gotten used to the cold eastern beaches up in Massacusettes. I think the weather is half the reason we never had beach parties at Harvard. Well, that and the lack of a beach close by and the fact that everyone was studying all the time."

[multiplez]

"Hi, um, kind of terrifying person ma'am."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

She giggled and waved. "I'm not a ma'am! I'm Elle!" she said brightly, "And this is Bruiser and I heard him call you Zee...is that right? Like the paper towels? Because that's really neat and way better than Brawny or Bounty or Scott, because Scott's a boys name." she said seriously as she thrust her hand forward.

[ooc: Terrifying? She hasn't even begun!]

[multiplez]

"L? Hi, I'm Z. Z Delgado." Z gestured to the nametag stuck to her sports bra. "Not like the paper towels, just, like...Z. Short for Elizabeth?" Z shuffled her brownie and jacket and took Elle's hand. "Nice to meet you."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" she laughed softly, "My mistake. It's really nice to meet you too, Z. Are we all supposed to be wearing nametags? I didn't even get dressed yet because I smelled chocolate, but name tags are a great idea."

[multiplez]

"There was one shoved under my door this morning, so I decided it was a sign."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Hunh." she said, looking a little hurt. "I didn't see one. Maybe I just missed it."

[multiplez]

"Maybe it was just a students thing? But--oh, here!" Z said, remembering something. "They gave me two, but my roommate's not here yet." She dug around in the pocket of her jacket and came up with a blank nametag and a Sharpie. "You can have it."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"Oh my God! Thank you, you're the best girl ever!" she said, brightening immediately. She set Bruiser down and wrote her name in big, bubbly letters and stuck it to her chest. "There we go, E-L-L-E, that's me!"

[multiplez]

"You're welcome," Z said, realizing this was 'Elle' not 'L' and making a note of it. "Wear it well!"

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"I will, Z!" Elle said cheerfully and admired her shiny, special name tag. The only thing wrong was it needed more pink.