Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

After waking up with a massive hangover and listening to the podcast of his radio broadcast from last night, Seely realised there was only one thing to do to prevent a swift and painful demise.

Convince everyone he was completely insane.

Which was why he was sitting in the common room watching cartoons while wearing only his black leather skirt.

Besides, it made him feel both pretty and manly.

[ooc: open to one and all]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana stopped by the common room before work to see if she'd left her book in there last night. She stopped dead at the sight of Seely. "Uh... Seely? Do I need to pick up my job as Big Sister again?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Hey Lana," Seely waved. He shrugged. "Not that I can think of."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"No offense, but you don't seem..." she hesitated, trying to think of a polite way to say barking mad. "Quite yourself. And you're missing clothes. Did you get locked out of your room? I could get you something of Jim's to wear if you want."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm quite alright," Seely replied with a grin. "Thanks for the offer though."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

billy waved as he blankly stared at the butter, debating whether that would be a good idea on his toast with his stomach in the state it was in.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx wandered into the common room, prowling around and exploring to see how much the place had changed while he'd been mysteriously gone.

There was a guy in a skirt in there. A leather skirt.

That was hot.

Walking up behind him, Demyx rested his elbows on the back of the couch and leaned over it to study him. And it certainly wasn't the guy's face he was staring at.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely turned slightly to face Demyx. "Morning," he chirped.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Hi. You know you're hot, right?" Smooth. Demyx was king of tact. Not that he was really trying, though.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, every--gah, my eyes!" Dawn put an arm up to shield them. "What the hell, Seely?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Morning Dawn," Seely said cheerily. "Told you I had this somewhere."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"And you're wearing it now why?" She asked, eyes still closed. Not that he wasn't pretty like that, but, geez, Angel issues much?

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"It helps not to look directly at it." Billy said without looking to see what she was talking about.

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Billy had said that common rooms often had free food. Peter decided to check this out.

Upon seeing Seely, he was pondering regretting that decision. "Um... hey?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Seely grinned and waved. "New guy?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Peter said. He pushed his hair out of his eyes 'cause hey: when in doubt, go with what you were used to. "Peter Petrelli. Or 'Steve' if you go by radio."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy waved. "Hey Peter."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Billy!" Peter waved. "Where's the food?"

[ooc: going afk for a bit]

[sneerkite]

Steerpike was still exploring his new home, and could not help but stop and stare at the young man sitting around in a glorified loincloth.

This place just kept getting weirder.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Walter," Seely waved. "You were right about the girl thing."

[sneerkite]

Another one who assumed he was Walter. And by his voice this was the fellow who had so incredibly brutilized his name over the "radio" device the night before. Steerpike grinned inwardly.

"Of course I was," he said immodestly. "Excellent job last night, by the way."

[ooc: no prob.]

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Morning Walter." Billy said, pouring himself an orange juice while he waited for toast to emerge from the toasting device.

[sneerkite]

Steerpike didn't even bother glancing over, just lifted a hand in greeting as he continued to try to work out why this guy was wearing a skirt and nothing else.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Nice Kilt." Billy mumbled as he came in. His eyes were bleary, his throat hurt, his stomach was angry, and his head was pissed. He was never, drinking, again.

Oh and he'd yet to notice but his knuckles were skinned and bruised.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely nodded. "Thanks."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Suits you better than the red dress."