http://lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-08 08:33 pm

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd stolen borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jack grinned and looked down at his jeans. "I don't have a kilt on me, but I feel the need to participate. School spirt and all that." So saying, he stepped through the door, and stripped off his jeans, tossing them over one shoulder.

Through the magic of coincidence, he happened to be wearing boxers (http://scene.barenecessities.com.edgesuite.net/is/image/BareNecessities/m333manco?$productpage$&extend=1,1,1,1&bgcolor=221,221,221) today. Go figure. "I'm Jack Harkness, by the way," he said as he walked further into the room and grabbed a seat on the couch.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jack laughed at her reaction and might have stretched a little before replying. "Dawn Summers. Beautiful name. Are you one of the current crop of new students? Or have you been here forever, and I haven't been lucky enough to meet you?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Unlucky then." Jack sighed sadly. "But tell me you're staying for the rest of the year and I'll have a chance to make up for lost time?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Jack had never been able to figure out why so many people did that. "Time lost in getting to know to you," he explained with a warm smile. "I'll start. I'm Jack, I'm a senior, I come from the future. Your turn."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Fifty-first century. And it's truly a pleasure to meet you, Dawn," he said smoothly. "What brings you to the wonderful world of Fandom?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Well, it could have been worse. You could have ended up in a school where partial-nakedness days weren't on the agenda," he pointed out, waving a hand at himself and grinning. "Which would have been a terrible tragedy. And I'm here because I had to go somewhere."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Jack leaned forward and confided, "I was one of the secret masterminds behind Shirtless day. I was working on a Pantsless day, but no one was interested back then."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it wasn't my idea," he admitted. "But I did participate. Enthusiastically. Were you merely a spectator or did you show your shirtless school spirit?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not a bad thing. There's a limit to how far you should take school spirit. At least in public." Jack grinned and crossed his ankles, folding his hands behnd his head. "Unless you're me, in which case all bets are off."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jack looked down at himself, then back at Dawn, grinning wickedly. "How far do you want me to take it?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Jack reached over and patted her very gently on the leg. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "I'm only teasing." Mostly.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-09-09 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Jack was starting to feel a little bad about the meeping. "Good," he said soothingly. "I wouldn't want you to feel bad."