Third Floor Common Room, Monday Morning (9 - Noonish)
Conner had gotten himself some breakfast, and was now fretting a little about the voicemail he'd gotten from Jamie. Too late to do anything about it now, though. So, because he's brilliant like that sometimes, he decided to try and work on his final project for Humor to keep his mind off it. And he might as well start paying up on that wish. Two birds, one stone, and all that.
This meant trucking his laptop and a stack of notes out to the common room. Typing was frustrating, owing to the combination of leather gloves and laptop keyboard.
And just to top it off, when he turned on the TV for background noise?
There was an Abaranger marathon on. It figured.
[OOC: Common-room-ly open, natch. May be subject to bouts of SP.]
This meant trucking his laptop and a stack of notes out to the common room. Typing was frustrating, owing to the combination of leather gloves and laptop keyboard.
And just to top it off, when he turned on the TV for background noise?
There was an Abaranger marathon on. It figured.
[OOC: Common-room-ly open, natch. May be subject to bouts of SP.]