Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Night

[puppy_fair]

Zack had been back on the island for all of a half-hour, now. Just enough time to wander his way from the Causeway back to the dorms, stop into his room, stick the gerbil into the hamster ball, and then ooze his way to the common room, where he immediately plopped himself down on the couch and proceeded to stare at the television.

There were a few missing ingredients in this equation, tonight. Such as the presence of mind to actually turn the TV on, and the notion that the gerbil would probably get more exercise if only Zack wasn't hugging the ball to his chest like a teddy bear.

Mr. Winkles attempted to scrabble up the side of his wee plastic prison, cursing humanity for the creation of the transparent torture sphere in which he was trapped. As usual, he was Not Best Pleased.

[Open, as common rooms typically are.]

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[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Well hey there sailor," Jennifer said, wandering into the common room. "Haven't seen you all weekend."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was wandering back to the dorms, after Fight Club, and noticed Zack sitting on the couch.

Which would have just merited a wave, except that Zack was ... curled around his hamster ball and looking forlorn. Zack?

Elena lingered in the doorway. "Hey," she called out, softly. Shit. What had managed to get Zack down?

[longislandiceme]

Bobby was... looking for Elena, actually, with a robo-baby balanced in his arms when he found a Zack instead.

At least the robo-baby had finally shut up, though it wasn't being so kind as to actually fall asleep.

"Hey, dude," Bobby said, with a small wave as he sat carefully down on the couch instead of his usual boneless flop.