[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
After Campaigning Isabel took a walk over to the TA lounge. She unlocked the door, stepped into the room, and sneezed. It was pretty obvious that nobody had been in here since the end of May. With a sigh, Isabel rooted around through the cabinets until she found cleaning supplies and then started to clean.


[ooc1: Please wait for the OCD is up!]

[ooc2: The TA lounge is a place for TAs to hang out. The lounge has all the important things TAs would need. Namely comfy couches, a coffeepot and a small fridge. New TAs can handwave getting keys from Krycek. But you'll need to join the community before you can comment or post. Any questions? Ping [livejournal.com profile] krycek_rat]
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Bel wandered down to the lounge and opened it up for the day. The coffee maker was his friend.
demonbelthazor: (Lying down)
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Up early that morning and unable to fall back asleep, Bel wandered down to the Assistants' Lounge and opened it up for the day.
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Bel opened up the Assistants' Lounge for the day. He was still in a good mood about telling Logan to stay away from Angel last night. Petty? Nah, not at all.


[Save me from work!]
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With only one class on Fridays, Bel settled in the Assistant's Lounge to spend the day studying. Not brooding. Nope. Not at all.

The door is open, come on in.
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
Cameron's got some chocolate cake with him. He puts it on the table and settles down in one of the chairs. Keeping his head down in the lounge sounds like a good thing right now.


((Shut up. I know it's not Thursday. *mutters*))
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
Cameron wakes up, belly down with his face squashed against the arm of the couch. The first thing he's aware of is that his mouth is dry and tastes vile. The second's that this definitely isn't his bed and there's no one beside him. Third, something hard is poking in his hip. It's only when he rolls onto his back and pulls out $50 in monopoly money and a silver metal car that he notices the splitting headache.

"Oh boy," he mutters and tries to sit up. The world is spinning and his shoulder is stiff. "Not good."

He's got absolutely no clue how he got here, but he's going to take a wild guess that it involves monopoly and booze. Which really doesn't add up.
[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com
Krycek had the room open, coffee started, and a crossword puzzle open on the table because sudoku puzzles are the devil! The devil I say!.

He was ready to camp out there all day, if only to avoid hanging out in his dorm room.

[ooc: Going to bed! Threads are up! Figure Krycek's really into his puzzle until I get back to ya. I'm here now, will be on all day, woo.]
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Bel opened up the lounge after Sociology of Violence, his second period class, determined not to wallow in humiliation any longer. So what if he'd failed again? So what if he was the laughing stock of the school? Let them laugh. Next time he'd get it right, and then he'd be laughing as Angelus took his revenge on those who had ensouled him.

Seemingly unconcerned about anything, he sprawled on the couch, reading a book, "Weapons of the Zen Masters."

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