Fandom High Dormitories

Evan wasn't really sure how anyone could think about prom so soon after the mess that the island had been in for so long, but he did suppose that some people were doing just fine in the wake of it all, and other people would probably just be happy for the distraction. He was sort of ambivalent, himself, though he got a pair of tickets anyway, since it was Sholeh's first year being old enough to, and he figured he'd ask her if she (and her sisters) were feeling up to going.

He did smile faintly as he set up the prom court voting box. Of course the tablecloth was tie-dye.

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Okay, so Evan was looking the tiniest bit frazzled as he manned the sales table for the Valentine's dance and flower sale. He was surrounded by little paper mustaches (he'd actually been expecting something far more Valentine's-day-sensible for the tickets, like magnets, or maybe goats), and he was only going to have to shut down once today for class. He hoped Rosalind would understand him calling in today, partly because of this, and partly because he wasn't actually sure where the front door for the bookstore had gone.

Apparently they'd been having troubles with that lately? He had no idea.

Anyway, he was there with a glittery "GET YOUR VALENTINE'S TICKETS AND FLOWERS HERE" sign for all of your dance ticket and flower sale needs!

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Evan had to say, the lobby was actually a pretty relaxing place to sit and read when there wasn't a gun vending machine in it and the outside wasn't crawling with psychotic murderers. It was also a pretty good place to set up a coffee and snack table for any students writing exams this week (or just wanting free snacks and coffee), which is what the Student Council had been up to since Monday, and today was no different.

So, here was Evan, sitting at the moddable snack table with a book in one hand, a coffee in the other, and one eye open in case people wanted help with the coffee or their studying or anything. And... trying to forget just how obnoxious he'd been to the poor people at J,GoB after being out in the snow today. That had been kind of... special.

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It wasn't that Evan was big on shirking his responsibilities, but this week he was seriously not feeling up to going into work. With Thanksgiving in a couple of days, 'service with a smile' or even being in remotely the right mindset to be helpful to customers was the last thing he could manage, and so he'd handwavily left his boss an apologetic message saying that he couldn't come in today, and he'd spent most of his morning in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking and trying to get the heavy weighted feeling out of his chest.

Of course, being a dog owner, it wasn't like he could hide in bed forever. It was a couple of hours into his 'stay in bed all day' escapade that Ozzy decided that it wasn't just time for walkies, it was time to leap up onto the bed to inform Evan of the fact that it was time for walkies by licking his face into submission until his boy relented and finally rolled out to pull on his clothes. And once Ozzy had been taken for a walk, it just seemed like a terrible waste of the day to crawl back under the covers. A tempting waste of a day, but still a terrible one. So, Evan grabbed a book and an umbrella, and he made his way up to the roof. It was cold and a little wet out, but that wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. It was difficult to mope when you were trying to keep your book dry.

... There were worse ways to cope with a case of holiday blahs than reading outside in the rain in November, right? Yeah. Yeah, there had to be.

[Open roof! This kid, sometimes. Honestly.]