izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-12-20 07:35 pm
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Room 406, evening

After work Isabel had returned to her room, made a few handwavey phone calls, then turned on Christmas carols and settled in for an evening of gift giving.

It was a nice distraction from thinking about anything else.

The Christmas tree lights were twinkling and the door was most definitely open.

[ooc: If you think you might have gotten a phone call to come get a present, you did, so stop on by.]

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Anders had had to go back to the dorms to pick up a couple of changes of clothing . . . and he'd had a chance to catch the podcast of last night's radio. So of course he had to make a stop up on the fourth floor before heading back to the Arms.

"No backup, big sis?!?"

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Andrew stuck his head through the door. "Did you toss him around with the power of your mind?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's early Friday morning in Hong Kong, and Parker's already shopping. Because how could she not be?

Time to check in with friends on plans for the New Year.

*ring*

[identity profile] im-afrog.livejournal.com 2007-12-21 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Adam, present in hand, walked across the hall and knocked on the door frame.