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likethegun ([personal profile] likethegun) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-10-24 10:11 pm

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Sam hadn't gotten nearly as much studying done over the weekend as he'd wanted to, so he'd settled himself in the third floor common room to go over his class notes. He had markers, pens, and highlighters of various colors, and was doing a fairly good job of going through everything, until he'd made the mistake of laying down on the couch.

His notes were on the floor now, and those light snoring noises could be taken as an indication that he was pretty deeply asleep.

[Open like an open thing. Feel free to draw on Sam, or do other crazy things to him. Just don't wake him up. *g*]
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[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-10-25 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jaye just happens along. And pauses.

On one hand, it's Cute Sam.

On the other hand, she hasn't drawn on a sleeping person in forever.

Which is why Cute Sam now has a smiley face drawn in the middle of his forehead. Look, it's kinda little...

And then Jaye flees.

[identity profile] 2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
The twins happen to stop by. Seeing the smiley face already drawn, they decide to add on.

This unknown boy now has cat whiskers on his cheeks and the kanji for cat drawn on his nose. Time to head back to the room..

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Greg was an artist, you see.

So when he wandered out and spied Sam sleeping, he immediately scurried back to his room and retrieved his hair gel.

A few minutes and some careful and gentle styling later, all the hair that Sam wasn't actually sleeping upon was sticking straight up off his head.

So then Greg fled.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
On his way back from the fifth floor common room, Anders stopped in at the third and noticed Sam sleeping on the couch with stuff written on him. Aw. At least it was somebody else this year.

He paused, scooped up a pen, and contributed his own quick note.

Hey, have you seen my ball?

Except he forgot to sign it.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Alanna had been on her way to her room when she spotted the sleeping boy. Smirking, she drew a crooked red heart on his cheek with some blue stars for extra happiness.