Room 230, Tuesday Afternoon
In an... ununexpected turn of events, Simon was spending his afternoon by the computer, at his desk. Playing some random flash game he'd stumbled upon and couldn't seem to quit playing. Oh well. His classes were done for the week and he figured his run could wait until later.
He hadn't been out yet, so he didn't know whether the ill-advised campaign sign he'd helped hang up yesterday was still there. He had a feeling Wesley might have asked for it to be taken down since he wasn't even supposed to be running.
But that was none of his concern, really. So he was playing.
[ooc: Posted for that one girl who knows who she is, but open, sure!]
He hadn't been out yet, so he didn't know whether the ill-advised campaign sign he'd helped hang up yesterday was still there. He had a feeling Wesley might have asked for it to be taken down since he wasn't even supposed to be running.
But that was none of his concern, really. So he was playing.
[ooc: Posted for that one girl who knows who she is, but open, sure!]