First Floor Lobby - Thursday night

[drywitmartini]

Hawkeye had settled in well over the past few days. He had his affairs in order (both in the business and physical sense) and was now a full-time resident of Fandom. The boredom was beginning to set in though. He had ideas, but they would have to wait until he found someone to rope into being his lackey. For now, he was content to sit in the first floor lobby with a copy of the Crabapple Cove Courier on his lap and a notepad and pen ready to write a letter to his Dad.

Unfortunately though, he had nothing interesting to say yet.

[OOC: Open for interaction. Feel free to come and meet your new Vice Principal.]