http://need-no-moon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] need-no-moon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-01-16 02:45 pm

5th floor common room - Morning

Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"You went out into that mess?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

And that's when she noticed his outfit.

"... Are you just immune to frostbite?"
Edited 2010-01-16 16:10 (UTC)

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nobody could be that insane," Elena huffed. "I can't feel most of my toes. And I'm already wearing three pairs of socks."

Because whining would totally warm the room up.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"And here I thought I was a pretty warm person," she teased lightly.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Was he radiating heat? Seriously. Maybe he was half-furnace or something. She moved closer, both for the heat and because ... well. Hot guy.

"Are you saying I'm doomed to be an ice queen?" she asked.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, then, she was going to sit down next to him.

He was warm. Maybe he was just always on fire or something.

"Ice queens usually have hot guys waiting around to thaw them out," she joked. "I wonder if I'll get that lucky?"

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could try," she said, drawing herself up primly. "I could do my best impression of the President, but I'd need a better suit."

Rufus had exquisite taste in clothes.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think Rufus could just look at the cold weather and it would apologize and slink meekly away," she laughed.

Okay, she was wriggling closer. So?

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you doubting my ability to be haughty?" Elena asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ugh, she was going to have to take the blanket off for this, wasn't she? A few seconds to psych herself up for that.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Also, her 'tude could keep her warm! Right?

Elena tossed off the blanket and got to her feet, wearing her disdain like a heavy cloak.

"What is the meaning of this?" she announced, hands on her hips. "I do not recall giving my permission for the weather to interrupt my plans. I am thoroughly displeased. I highly recommend someone take care of this situation, immediately, or you shall discover just how very displeased I am. Do I make myself clear?"

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-16 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Apparently, I lack the attitude to stop the snow from falling," she sighed, in mock dismay. "My boss will be so disappointed in me."

(RL calls! I must away! Back in a few hours or so, I hope. SP yay?)
Edited 2010-01-16 18:07 (UTC)

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Worth the sacrifice of the blanket?" she asked, giggling. And shivering. Fuck, it was cold. "Not all of us run a constant fever, you know."

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Small consolation if I die of frostbite," she teased, stepping closer. "Isn't this where you offer to warm me up?"