ext_19147 ([identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-12-17 04:46 pm

Second Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

The traditional finals coffee bar was set up in the second floor common room, complete with assorted goodies from J, GOB and various caffeinated beverages from the Perk.

Meg was sprawled across the couch with her eyes closed, a book resting over her stomach. If anyone asked, she was totally studying.

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[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The strong scent of coffee drifting the short distance down the hallway to her room had Adah limping toward the common room out of a combination of curiosity and boredom. Leaning against the doorframe, she peeked her head in to access the situation before she made the decision to limp in a little further. She likened herself to that rare okapi, always assuring the scene is without danger or with worthy viewers before delicately joining the realm of the real.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
And there would be Jamie pouring as much sugar as he can into a mug of coffee.

"Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee!" He said in a mantra-like fashion.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy, for the first time in his life, had a Christmas song stuck in his head and it wasn't bothering him.

"Have yourself, a merry little Christmas," he was singing under his breath. Then he hushed when he saw the girl sleeping on the couch.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy waved to Adah and silently offered her some coffee.

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The mythical okapi slowly remembered that she had hands, or, at least, one, and, after blinking at the kid with the eyepatch, the reason for it growing increasingly gruesome each time she saw it, she lifted that hand in an idle sort of return of his gesture. The mythical okapi slowly remembered the meaning behind such a gesture, and then considered the offering. The mythical okapi usually didn't drink coffee; she preferred tea. But it was the scent of it that drove her into the grove today, so she gave a small nod, and reached out to take the cup.

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The scent of coffee had Johnny wandering down the hallway to check out the common room. He grabbed a cup and a cinnamon roll, and wandered over to the couch where he saw Meg snoozing.

Not wanting to bother her... Okay, yes, he did want to bother her, he just wouldn't cause he's a nice sorta guy... he chose to sit in the chair close by.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Jamie looked at Meg as if wounded.

"No caffiene?"

He pouted.

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Heyy Meg," he said, mouth full of cinnamon roll. "Litte cat nap?"

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh I know my limits very well," Jamie said with a nod.

And then continued to pour more sugar in his coffee.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, cool then. Merry Christmas."

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
If she thought that was gruesome she should see him without the eye patch. He handed her the cup and smiled. "Merry Christmas. Or whichever holiday you celebrate."

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's finals week, everyone is tired," he said, finishing off his roll. "What days are your finals?"

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah in the doorway gave Meg a light smile in greeting back, deciding that the familiar face was well enough to prove the situation safe. She slid into the room, but didn't go far, leaning against the nearest chair to support her.

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It was precisely her imaginings of what lie beneath that were gruesome, not the eyepatch itself. A small grin surfaced on the face of the mythical okapi, as she looked down into the coffee, and, out of not really having a way of saying that she didn't exactly celebrate anything, so she just nodded in appreciation for the relatively empty sentiment.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2007-12-17 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh don't worry about me! I haven't had a cavity since I was eight," Jamie said with a wave and then took a sip.

"Needs cream."

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