ext_309157 ([identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-05-14 08:45 pm

Sunday Evening - Fifth Floor Common Room

Peter was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in front of him and a box of cookies from J. GOB.  He'd found some Coca-Cola (and still couldn't get over the fact it came in cans now) and was flipping through the channels on the TV.

Oooh, war movie.  That looked interesting.  The planes looked familiar too.  Peter sat forward in his seat as the title rolled.  Rescuing Corproral Smith?  Did they make movies about World War II now?


OOC: open for all of course but especially [profile] saltandammo

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Hitting them with tranq guns works too," Willow said.

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Kind of," Willow said. "Only more sleepy and less deadly."

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I don't hang out with werewolves any - um, I mean, I'm not much of a shooter by hobby," Willow said. "Besides, they shook everybody down for weapons when they got here."

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I sort of - um - knew one," Willow said. "It didn't end well."

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"It happens," Willow said, trying to act like it was no big deal. Granted she wasn't making a lot of eye contact.

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Awww!" Willow said, charmed. "You called me Lady! And said duty in a non-ironic fashion! You're very good at this."

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep it in mind," Willow said. "I should go, but it was awfully nice talking with you Peter."

[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com 2006-05-16 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh gosh," Willow said, totally charmed again. She tried to do a courtsey before she left.