Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Tuesday | January 4

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan didn't have another class until Friday. Considering he'd actually gone to his class yesterday and participated, he thought that warranted some time spent doing fuck all down in the common room. He was only sad that his roommate (who totally wanted to do him) didn't seem to be around at the moment. He'd have to memorize her schedule so he'd be around when she was.

Maybe he'd catch her changing or something. She couldn't hide forever and Nathan was a persistent fucker when he wanted to be. It would only add to their simmering sexual tension and, eventually, she'd given in. Nathan was positive.

After raiding the refrigerator and finding food that wasn't his, he'd flopped down and started watching some ridiculous American television. Really, all they seemed to air was talk shows about paternity of their zillion babies or television shows where everyone had sex with everyone else.

Nathan...could actually get with this last one. Maybe American television wasn't all that bad.

[Post is open, of course. Nathan is crude but mostly harmless, I promise. And if you'd like it to be your food he took, that's fine with me! Otherwise, it's just food he found. ETA: I've gotta head AFK for a few but I'll pick up ping as a I can and definitely for sure in a few hours!]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn had a day off, so (once she was through her usual workout, Facebook check, and a little bit of Algebra) she was using it to look for signs of life in the dorms.

She found jerk-off guy from her class the day before. It could have been worse. "What are you watching?" she asked.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Hey, jerking off was a perfectly natural and incredibly fun way to pass the time. Quinn should only be so lucky to experience that sort of fun with oneself.

"I don't know but this one bloke just shagged this woman in the elevator and managed to finish before the floor got up to the fourth floor. That's disappointing, don't you think?"

Four floors and down? Nathan could do better.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"The sex in an elevator part, or the only four floors part?" Quinn asked. "It doesn't really sound like my kind of thing either way."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"The four floors part," Nathan clarified, waving a hand. "I could do at least...seven."

Not that he'd ever tried or anything.

"But, do tell, what else better is there to do in an elevator? I mean, sure, pushing all the buttons to every floor is fun but what about the rest of the time?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Seven floors, that's like ... three minutes," Quinn said, with raised eyebrows.

Not that she'd ever had sex for even one minute, but whatever.

She shrugged a little. "I never really thought about elevators as anything except a place to wait to get to my floor while I contemplate the bad hygiene of strangers."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had nothing to do today, so he entertained himself with walking upstairs to his old common room, book in hand. He figured there might be new people to meet, and if not, hey, free common room. The idea that the TV might be on, set to a show that he would find abhorrent, didn't cross his mind. Sucked for him.

"Oh. Hello," he said, settling down on the couch with his book.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Nathan mimicked, hand stuck deep in his bag of potato chips when Wesley walked in. "Whatcha reading?"

The television show continued to be abhorrent but Nathan would ignore it (it wasn't porn, after all) in order to possibly tease someone new.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley was not always aware of when he was being mocked, so he managed to entirely overlook the slight against his speech pattern. "Gunderson's Anthology of Demonic Influence in 14th Century Europe," he announced, turning the book over to the front cover. He held it protectively close to his chest, because oh how he did not want those crisps on his book.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Is that some sort of kinky porn or something?" Nathan wondered, raising an eyebrow at the way Wesley was practically cuddling the book.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"It is no such thing!" Wesley all but squawked, offended. Well, not for him, anyway. The illustrations were pretty graphic in places, though. In his very best British-y lecture voice, he explained, "It is a historical text on paranormal influence."

Not porn at all.

[ooc: aaaagh, idk what happened with that last comment.]

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline hadn't been in the room because there'd been that whole 'class' thing to deal with, but heading back she couldn't help but stop when she heard voices in the common room.

"Oh, it's you." Dammit, she should've used her super hearing. So stupid. "Don't tell me you cook."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Well, don't sound so pleased to see me," Nathan said, looking up at his now there hot roommate. "And does it look like I'm cooking? I'm not the fucking help."

He actually had no idea about 'the help'. He just couldn't cook a lick.

"Why, d'you want me to bake you something large and meaty?"

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"I doubt we could find anything large and meaty in this room," she replied, glancing at whatever he was eating. "I heard from my big brother Jack that these rooms are places where those capable of cooking provide for the masses."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't find it in this room, you'd find it in my pants," Nathan said, half surprised Caroline hadn't picked up on where he was going with that. All the better for him.

"And I can definitely help you get your hands around that," he said, smug.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Oh, but she had gotten it and rejected it already. Not that this would stop her from doing so again. "Sorry, my mother told me to avoid handling diseased meat."

[vanillajello]

No, this wasn't Kate's common room. This was, however, the only bit of exercising she was doing today. She was hitting the gym tomorrow, and her shoulder ached from yesterday, so climbing the stairs one floor up from hers totally counted.

Also, she'd ran out of orange juice and was coming up here to borrow some. Or something.

Point was, she made her entrance with a pudding cup and a spoon in hand. And oh look, random new kid. "Hey, new kid."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"What a creative nickname you've given me," Nathan said, glancing over at yet another blonde.

Really, Nathan could deal with being surrounded by blonde girls with nice tits. It gave him something to look at if they got too boring or pious.

"It's actually Nathan, though, but I'm sure I can forgive you for your mistake."

[vanillajello]

"I'm very forgivable," Kate replied idly, as she was wandering over to the fridge. "Hello, Nathan."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Nathan returned, waving a hand at her. "Is this your way of making me guess your name or are you fine with being known as the Blonde Girl with the Moderately Sized Rack?"

[vanillajello]

Kate quirked an eyebrow, glancing over at him. "And you blamed me for not being creative," she said, turning again to peer into the fridge, then taking out a carton of orange juice. "Actually, this is me getting myself something to drink. I think that's more important to me than the whole name thing, right now."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda somehow felt incomplete, as if she hadn't managed to traumatize enough new kids on Sunday. She should have told them about the Gremlins, or the talking frog. Or even the zombie fish.

So she was partly looking for new kids as she checked out the common rooms.

"Afternoon all." she waved. "Anyone a gender or species they usually aren't?"

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"That's a rather personal question, isn't it?" Nathan asked, feigning offense. "Don't I even get a dinner first? Honestly, I feel so fucking violated."

He didn't but being serious was just no fun at all.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Sorry but around here that's only slightly more than small talk. Are you new then?" She might buy him dinner if it turned out he really was offended. Or at least a chocolate bar.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"And just what is your definition of new?" Nathan wondered, tapping his chin. "First you're asking about my gender and now you're asking about my age. What's next, my weight? You really need to learn how to talk to people."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Don't forget I asked about your species too. Funny you didn't get offended about that. I'm Leda by the way, welcome to Fandom."