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]

After she's talked to bunches of people and gotten hyped up on brownies, Elle spies Parker and bounces over, still in her pajamas. "Hi Parker!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Elle." Parker smirked. "How goes it? Enjoying Shirtless Guy Day?"

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

"You have a day for it? I just thought the washing machine was renegotiating its collective bargaining agreement again." Elle said plainly. "I like Shirtless Guy day...is it every Friday?" she asked hopefully.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Probably not, but I thought that in the spirit of Fandom, there should be a cooperation between new and old guys... and a breaking of the ice." Parker grinned. "Good, isn't it?"