Around the dorms, Monday evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack snickered. "I'd even have taken my shirt off. Let me know if you rustle up a camera and want a picture, but for now," he pushed off the wall, "I've got to and make sure Sam remembered to eat today."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I'll see if it's possible. Thanks again," Peter said, putting away his notepad.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No problem." He waved over his shoulder as he headed towards Sam's room. "See you, Peter."