Room 328, Mid-Afternoon
Dawn had finally made it upstairs after waking up with Mel in the lobby, very full of pickles.
The problem of Sam and cooties and his girly hair had been bothering Dawn, so she started rummaging through her desk, and found the tape Buffy someone had left there.
"Perfect!"
So now, Dawn was very busy making her side of the room Sam-proof.
This mostly involved her putting everything she liked on her side of the room, and putting a tape line down between her side and his.
No, things weren't remotely even or fair. Bookcases, chairs, blankets, Scout's stuff. All on her side. She'd even claimed half of Sam's bed, since that was where she'd woken up yesterday, so it must obviously be hers.
Besides, he was just a little boy. How much room did he need?
[ooc: Door is open, post is for the disenfranchised roomie in particular.]
The problem of Sam and cooties and his girly hair had been bothering Dawn, so she started rummaging through her desk, and found the tape Buffy someone had left there.
"Perfect!"
So now, Dawn was very busy making her side of the room Sam-proof.
This mostly involved her putting everything she liked on her side of the room, and putting a tape line down between her side and his.
No, things weren't remotely even or fair. Bookcases, chairs, blankets, Scout's stuff. All on her side. She'd even claimed half of Sam's bed, since that was where she'd woken up yesterday, so it must obviously be hers.
Besides, he was just a little boy. How much room did he need?
[ooc: Door is open, post is for the disenfranchised roomie in particular.]