Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.

Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.

He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.

Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.

{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

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[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am!" James searched for a nametag.

...

"Yes, I am!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you James," Pip said. "I'm Pip Bernadette. Where are you from and why is your nametag stuck on your chest?"


_{[[BLah blah blah, French acccent, I should really put up a OOC post about this]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Kanto," James replied cryptically, then shrugged. "Where else does one stick a nametag when they aren't wearing a shirt?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Pip responded. "There's always your pants leg. I imagine that's gonna hurt a bit coming off, depending on how strong the glue is."

_{[['kay. I'm not sure who's new and who's not around here, so I find it best to just not take chances.]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James glanced down at the nametag on his chest and winced.

Ouch. There was a good point.

...

"I'll just have to wear it forever, then. Nobody is going to know once I have my shirt on again..."