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Jul. 8th, 2008 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzo"You got it yet, Balun?"
"Chill, man, I'm nearly there. What, you'd rather they used some 40-bit standard?"
"No, but I would rather you crack it before the others get back from dinner!"
"Right, so shut up and let the wizard work his magic!"
Over by the lift, Enzo sighs and hopes no one would be able to hear them on the way up.
A bit over a nanosecond later: "Got it! All clear, E?"
Enzo presses his ear to the elevator door, to be on the safe side. "All clear!" he declares, and hastens over to where his two older roommates are flanking DOStin's now-open bedroom door.
"Have at it, then," says Hugh, ushering them inside. "Stay frosty."
Inside, it's pretty much the same as their own room: two sets of bunk beds, four desks, and a four-framed storage window. Different items on the bedside tables, different decorations on the walls.
"Which one's his?" Enzo asks, looking around at the bunks.
"Let's see," muses Hugh. "How about the one with nothing fun whatsoever?" He points to the bottom bunk on the right, on the wall next to which are several Guardian recruitment posters depicting uniformed sprites in painfully dignified attitudes. Hugh snorts and crawls onto the bed, where he carefully swaps the positions of the posters most nearly matched in size.
The bed, of course, is short-sheeted. DOStin's desk is identified as the one with all the items perfectly aligned at right angles, and each item is carefully rotated by 45 degrees.
Enzo, moving to explore the bathroom, laughs a bit too loudly and calls the others in to show them DOStin's belongings, all carefully labeled as his, right down to the floss. All the easier to swap his toothpaste with his rendering gel.
"Which do you think he'll do first?" Enzo snickers as they leave. "Brush his teeth, or put toothpaste on his head?"
"I dunno, but either way..." Hugh breaks off. "Oh. Hi, Ina Jo."
The oldest girl on their floor is lounging on a sofa in the common area, staring at them over the top of a README file. "That," she declares matter-of-factly, "is not your room."
"Er..." is all Enzo can manage. Balun clears his throat and stands as straight as the people on DOStin's posters.
"In fact, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the room of our esteemed moderator?"
"Yeah," says Hugh lightly.
Ina Jo nods. "Carry on, then." And she returns to her file.
"Chill, man, I'm nearly there. What, you'd rather they used some 40-bit standard?"
"No, but I would rather you crack it before the others get back from dinner!"
"Right, so shut up and let the wizard work his magic!"
Over by the lift, Enzo sighs and hopes no one would be able to hear them on the way up.
A bit over a nanosecond later: "Got it! All clear, E?"
Enzo presses his ear to the elevator door, to be on the safe side. "All clear!" he declares, and hastens over to where his two older roommates are flanking DOStin's now-open bedroom door.
"Have at it, then," says Hugh, ushering them inside. "Stay frosty."
Inside, it's pretty much the same as their own room: two sets of bunk beds, four desks, and a four-framed storage window. Different items on the bedside tables, different decorations on the walls.
"Which one's his?" Enzo asks, looking around at the bunks.
"Let's see," muses Hugh. "How about the one with nothing fun whatsoever?" He points to the bottom bunk on the right, on the wall next to which are several Guardian recruitment posters depicting uniformed sprites in painfully dignified attitudes. Hugh snorts and crawls onto the bed, where he carefully swaps the positions of the posters most nearly matched in size.
The bed, of course, is short-sheeted. DOStin's desk is identified as the one with all the items perfectly aligned at right angles, and each item is carefully rotated by 45 degrees.
Enzo, moving to explore the bathroom, laughs a bit too loudly and calls the others in to show them DOStin's belongings, all carefully labeled as his, right down to the floss. All the easier to swap his toothpaste with his rendering gel.
"Which do you think he'll do first?" Enzo snickers as they leave. "Brush his teeth, or put toothpaste on his head?"
"I dunno, but either way..." Hugh breaks off. "Oh. Hi, Ina Jo."
The oldest girl on their floor is lounging on a sofa in the common area, staring at them over the top of a README file. "That," she declares matter-of-factly, "is not your room."
"Er..." is all Enzo can manage. Balun clears his throat and stands as straight as the people on DOStin's posters.
"In fact, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the room of our esteemed moderator?"
"Yeah," says Hugh lightly.
Ina Jo nods. "Carry on, then." And she returns to her file.
