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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[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter listened with interest but luckily no brain breakage. "I can imagine where it could be frustrating for you to have to read the psychic energy all the time. The gloves must be a bit of a relief." He shrugged. "I can't think anyone would believe you were consciously reading people's minds - or acting upon the information gained if you did. You're obviously a gentleman." He said it like the statement explained everything.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I do try my best to be one." Bridge says. "So I'm glad at least someone thinks so."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"I'll be happy to give references if needed," Peter joked.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge gives Peter a thumbs-up. "I'll keep that in mind, dude."