Rooms 201, 227, and The Hallway In Between, Wednesday Afternoon (after classes)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had gone down to the office to file for an official room change, and as soon as it was approved he ran straight up to the second floor and started emptying his dresser drawers into trash bags, stacking books into boxes, and detangling all the cords to his computer.

Of course, the whole trash-bag approach had been pretty quick, but as he quickly discovered when he started lugging them down the hallway to 227, it was pretty cumbersome as well.

Moving the fridge was going to be fun . . .

[OOC: Open -- help the boy move, harrass him, whatever. :)]

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[blessed_twice]

Wyatt wandered out into the hall. "You moving?" he said, pointing out the obvious.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, dude." Anders tried to shift a bulky trash bag full of jeans into a less slippery position. "Yeah. I'm officially in 227, now, so I might as well get the rest of my stuff over there, huh?"

[blessed_twice]

"Need some help?" Wyatt offered, reaching out to help Anders with the bag.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Love some," Anders told him gratefully. "The bags are a pain in the ass, but it's gonna be the fridge and my computer that I worry about."

[blessed_twice]

"Too bad I don't know how to use my powers," Wyatt said. "That would make it easier."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You don't know how to use them?" asked Anders in surprise. "Seriously?"

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori was on her way to cheerleading practice, when she saw Anders in the hallway. "Hey." She took note of the trash bags being dragged. "Do you need help?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Tori! I'll owe you one if you can," Anders told her over the top of another slippery trash bag. "Sooner I get everything over there, the sooner I can get it put away. And with any luck it might even stay mostly put away."

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori nodded, with a smile. "Sure, no problem." She put her bag down and made her way over to where Anders' stuff was. She grabbed one of the trash bags, "Where do you want this?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Just toss it on my side in 227?" asked Anders. "On the bed closer to the door, or on the floor. I wouldn't be surprised if RIC told you where to put it, either."

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing." Tori nodded, moving toward 227. She chuckled. "I won't be surprised if he does, either."

She made it to 227 and placed it on the bed, like Anders had instructed and smiled at RIC, when she saw him. Moving back out into the hallway, Tori went to grab another bag.

[stykera]

Stark opened his door and blinked a few times at the parade of trash bags going by.

"Going somewhere? Or throwing out everything you own? Or both?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Throwing it out of my old room," Anders told him solemnly.

As a Pyramid playbook ripped through the bottom of the trashbag he was carrying and landed on his foot.

"Although I'm starting to consider just throwing it out if it keeps trying to injure me."

[stykera]

"It was just trying to escape the bag," Stark pointed out. "It probably thinks you started it." Because sentient books? So not unheard of here. "Do you need help so nothing else attacks your feet?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders considered this. Sentient books were definitely not unheard of here; he still had a couple of dents in his skull from last semester's finals week. "Sure. You wanna wrangle the literature for me? And then I'll really, really owe you cupcakes."

[stykera]

"Happy to help. As long as it doesn't attack me," Stark said. "And you always say there will be cupcakes. Yet I remain cupcakeless. Will there really be cupcakes this time? And where are you taking everything?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris was heading down to look for his brother before the fraternity meeting... and found him helping Anders.

"Hey, dude, where are you going?" Chris asked.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Chris." Anders stopped trying to kick a boxful of notebooks and papers down the hallway while balancing a bag in each arm. "Just moving down the hall, 's all."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Need a hand?" Chris offered.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Love one," Anders answered. "My computer's all unplugged and ready to go, if you want to grab that. Um . . . it's gonna go in 225, so just through the connecting door, and put it on the couch in there or something until I haul the desk over?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Chris said, going to grab the computer and starting down the hall. "How come you're moving?"

[blessed_twice]

"Hey, bro," Wyatt said. "What's up?"

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"I was coming to talk to you before the fraternity meeting," Chris said. "Nothing major."

[blessed_twice]

"That's right, it's Wednesday," Wyatt said. "I lose track of the days sometimes with only three classes."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too," Chris chuckled. "I kind of wish we had learned today's Hunting lesson earlier though. Might have helped us."