[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Up early, Callisto opened the TA lounge.

After turning on the coffee machine, she opened up a folder she was carrying and started making notes.

[ooc: Shiny, shiny OCD threads are up!]
demonbelthazor: (Lying down)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
Up early that morning and unable to fall back asleep, Bel wandered down to the Assistants' Lounge and opened it up for the day.
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto stumbled into the lounge before classes started, carrying a thick stack of books and a notepad under one arm.

She had most of today free, she was going to use it to plot even more revenge against Skeeter productively.
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto unlocks the lounge bright and early, carrying a frisbee with the middle cut out. After turning on the coffee machine, she starts marking the walls with masking tape.
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
With only one class to worry about, Angel had plenty of time to hang out and do nothing pay close attention to his studies.

Currently he was curled up on the couch and reading a large, old, dusty book.

For fun.

Weirdo.

Sean, possessed of a better sense of fun than his dad, was chasing a ball around on the floor.

There was fresh coffee brewing.

[Lounge is for TAs, library/clinic helpers, yadda, yadda, yadda...]
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Having no classes until Professor Carter's class this evening, Callisto opened up the lounge after dropping by the library.

After making some coffee and flopping down on the couch, she opened up a copy of Vegetius's De Re Militari and started reading.


[The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]
demonbelthazor: (Lying down)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
After speech class, Belthazor unlocked the door of the Assistants' Lounge and settled himself on the couch to read through his texts for various sociology courses and the non-suspicious books he'd borrowed from the library. Seraphim and Valkyrie were curled and snoozing in a nearby chair as bringing pets to the Assistants' Lounge seemed to be the thing to do. They'd managed to escape from the room late that morning and followed him to the lounge.

Hopefully no one would bring a dog in today because it could get ugly. Plus if it was Sean with Angel then he would be accused of hitting on him again which was OMG not true!!!11!!!!



[The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
With free time before Self-Defense, Angel went down to the Assistants' Lounge and made himself comfortable.

Sean was there. He nosed around all the new things, his attention occasionally drawn to a certain cabinet.

Angel was busy drawing. Depending on when someone looked over his shoulder they might notice rough drafts of campaign posters, sketches of a certain blonde he'd gone out with on Sunday, or pictures that were really not appropriate for children to be looking at this last catagory might or might not have overlapped with the pictures of the blonde.

There was a pot of fresh coffee brewing.

[ooc: Shamelessly stealing from Angela's reminder yesterday - The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]
chasingangela: (over shoulder)
[personal profile] chasingangela
After two weeks of cleaning, the assistant's lounge finally bears some vague resemblance to a place that would not violate more than a few Board of Health Regulations. In fact, parts of it almost squeak with tidiness.

The small room includes a table and chairs, shelves stocked with alcohol all kinds of supplies and books, a shiny! new! couch, a sink -- which might have a faint smell of something burnt around it -- and a file cabinet, the bottom drawer of which is sealed shut with biohazard stickers. There's also a TV, which is tuned to an episode of The Jerry Springer Show, because right now that's about the speed setting of Angela's brain. She sits on the couch flipping idly through an issue of Composure from last fall that someone has left in the lounge.

There are some Doritos, pretzels, soda and Twinkies on the table. Assistants and friends can come in and help themselves.

[OOC: The lounge is open for TAs, clinic aides, library staff and invited friends. Only TAs and such have keys, though, and the door is locked when none of them are around. If you're a TA and don't have community membership, request it here.]
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
Angel was up early.

That was so wrong on so many levels.

But he'd promised Krycek to help finish cleaning the Assistants Lounge, and sadly doing that was more fun than contemplating dealing with Parker's forced death march to Student Council.

Angel stood in the doorway to the lounge and pondered what he wanted to attack first.

Sean nosed around. It was possible that he sniffed around the door of one cabinet in particular more often than he did the others, but Sean was a puppy and puppies did weird things sometimes.

[ooc: open to anybody]
[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com
Not knowing if he'd even be a TA in the coming semester, Krycek nonetheless felt the need to be up and doing something. Hence the bucket and mop (stolen from a janitor's closet down the hall), a newly installed coffee machine (from the Journalism classroom) and a growing pile of trash bags in the hallway (that he was hoping wouldn't be his responsibility).

The door's open, the lights are all on, and he wouldn't mind some help, really.

[OOC: Open for interaction, for I am BORED.]
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
Being a vampire and having an energetic puppy meant that you did a lot of walking indoors in order to make sure the puppy got its exercise.

Fortunately the school was more than big to satisfy, and that was even without including the basement since Angel had a gut instinct that Sean and Sunshine wouldn't get along (assuming Sunshine was still down there, and Angel wasn't going to be the one to check.)

This morning found Angel and a still Santa-hatted Sean wandering around the admin areas. Not really awake yet, Angel let Sean lead. The puppy snuffled his way through one hallway and another until he finally came up to a door that was in what appeared to be a much neglected corridor.

Normally Angel wouldn't have cared, but something on the door caught his eye.

"'Assistants Lounge'?" he read aloud. He frowned. "I didn't know we had an assistants' lounge."

He tested the door. The knob felt rusted, but it opened when he applied a little pressure or possibly it was locked and he just had vamp strength to open it, la la la.

The room was dark, but Angel could make out a table, some chairs, and a faded couch. He could also make out a very strong sent of mold, mildew, and dust.

Sean, for his part, thought this was fascinating. He darted into the room, leapt onto the couch, and immediately set off a dust cloud strong enough that it billowed out into the hall. Sean barked, pleased with his accomplishment.

"Oh yeah," Angel said. "That can't be good."

He decided to investigate.

[ooc: C'mon in! Let's re-open this baby and get it ready for the new year!]

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