http://honoraryphd.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] honoraryphd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-09-27 12:33 pm

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday afternoon

Victor needed to flee the confines of the room he shared with Longbottom for a time, so he brought his notebooks out into the common room and put up a sign saying "DO NOT DISTURB."

Because that was going to go over well in a public space.

[OOC: Open as common rooms tend to be despite what the sign says.]

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Zack wasn't sure why he was in the fourth floor common room instead of the third.

It probably had something to do with the coffee.

Mmm...caffeine.

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"A couple of different languages," Zack replied, sipping his coffee.

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have good vision," Zack replied absently, going over to the television to see if any Bitterwoman reruns were on. "And a photographic memory."

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"You have the library and a dorm room for that," Zack pointed out reasonably. "And it doesn't disturb me when I study."

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then it might be an idea to go somewhere that isn't a public space," Zack replied.

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I accord signs all the respect they deserve."

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do that," Zack replied absently.

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com 2007-09-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
If Zack had noticed the sneer he would have been intimidated.

A lot.

Really.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've got food," Hoshi announced as she walked into the common room loaded down with groceries from Turtle & Canary. Granted, it was food that had to be cooked, but Hoshi had been doing her share of cooking lately.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"How silently do you prefer?" asked Hoshi. It was a very valid question to someone with hearing as sensitive as hers.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," said Hoshi, unpacking a carton of eggs and some milk and putting them in the fridge. She had no problem with silence.

After a few moments, she said, "You know, I didn't realize those old-fashioned pencils made so much noise. The data padds we use back home are so much quieter."

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Find me a way to get back to my century and you've got a deal," said Hoshi, finding a space in the fridge for a few more items.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Hoshi remained silent, but she knew from experience that geniuses needed to eat to keep up their energy. Maybe some chocolate fudge brownies would help Victor work a little faster. She started rummaging through her shopping bag for the chocolate chips she just bought. It's a shame those plastic bags were so noisy.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry," said Hoshi, putting the bags away. She brought out a mixing bowl and added flour, eggs, baking soda and whatever else comes in the packaged mix, then started whisking the mixture together. She couldn't entirely avoid the scraping noise the whisk was making against the sides of the metal bowl.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hang on, I'm almost done. I just need to put this in a pan and put it in the oven and then I'll be out of your way," promised Hoshi. She grabbed a rubber spatula to silently scoop the batter out of the bowl and into a baking pan. Then she put it in the oven and set the timer.

Unfortunately, she couldn't figure the timer out and it started beeping incessantly.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oven timer," said Hoshi. "I think it's broken." She fiddled with the timer, but it would not cease beeping.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Be my guest," said Hoshi, setting the timer down on the counter.

[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hoshi was speechless. She stared at the broken pieces of the timer, at a complete loss for what to do next.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy saw the sign, and scoffed. He would be polite in not speaking to anyone who looked like they didn't want to be disturbed, but that was it.

His plan to just get a drink and leave had just changed into making an actual snack and eating it.

Quietly of course.

He waved to the population of the room and then went to the refrigerator.