Kawalsky tapped a quarter against the top of the pay phone as he waited for Sam to pick up. Her voicemail came on instead. "Sam! It's Charlie," he said, cradling the receiver in the crook of his neck...sheriff's office. "Mrs Fletcher," Kawalsky greeted. "Mr Kawalsky," Jessica Fletcher replied. "We'd best be getting back to the dig site, but first," she gave him a look. "I believe you owe me dinner.

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious. Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right...of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him. That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it

Miley had a busy day of eating, swimming, building sandcastles and hunting for lobsters. Now she dragged her pillow and blanket into the common room and sat on a couch. Looking around for a moment, she announced to the room. "I need a bedtime story!" She curled up and waited for someone to comply. [open for slumber party/story telling/hanging outness!]

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he... squeakiest voice he could manage. [John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

"That was SO COOL," Lou said, bouncing ahead of Eddie and Charlie. "I got to shoot stuff and get messy and Thomas and Joanie were crazy! But good crazy! Can we go again?" "Maybe later. Food first." "I...asked, frowning. "What is it?" "It's okay," Kawalsky replied to him, then spoke to the newcomer to the group. "Hey Alanna." [OOC: For threeweapons and then whoever else after that.]

Kawalsky headed to the common room in search of snack food. He'd exhausted his own supply and didn't really feel like walking down to town to pick up some more. The common room was much closer. As he...door frame and tried to push himself off, floating through the air. Sadly, the snacks were going to be more difficult to reach than he'd expected. [OOC: Gravity-free common room! Come and float!]

"Ricky" led the way out of Room 220 and made his way to the common room. He had a performance tonight, after all, and he had to get set up. "Where is the band?" he wondered. "Luuuucy?" [OOC: Peter and Zero received an anniversary present of matching gremlin bites. How sweet. Their humiliation is open to all, of course.]

This time, if someone were to peek over Door's shoulder, they'd see her finishing up re-copying some class notes, with a few other bits in the margins. ---- Mondays - DAMM: 19 February: Cryptids...Every so often she glances distrustfully at a row of socks tacked to the bulletin-board behind her desk with pencils. They're not moving, no, but they might . __ [OOC: Open like a not-closed item.]

Zero lounged on the sofa in black pants and a Flogging Molly shirt, though even without the green in the shirt she would have been safe from evil pinchers thanks to the hue of her hair. The Pogues were...and cabbage, soda bread, and triple chocolate brownies. So that last wasn't Irish. Neither was Zero. There was also, in lieu of beer, white grape juice with green food coloring in it. Come! Enjoy

Krycek had woken up with breasts. That, according to all the varied shrieks and high-pitched yelling he'd been hearing all morning, was apparently par for the course today. After a morning of figuring...of toppings to put out for whomever wanted to join in. For some reason, Krycek wanted chocolate syrup on his. Fandom was really really weird today. [ooc: up for a few hours, so who wants waffles?]