Walter trudged back up from the causeway and slipped as quietly as he could into 502/4/6, leaving his bag unopened by the door and scooping Pup up before he could yap and wake his roommates. Which just left him with a hellpuppy frantically sniffing his face and shirt for the source of the Daddy smell ( Read more... )

Walter looked at the envelope on his bed for the third time and made a face. He didn't need to open it again to know its contents - a terse note from Arthur regarding his classroom attendance and performance and an itinerary that would get him from Fandom 2007 to London 1945 ( Read more... )

Walter set Nadia's guitar down to unlock the door and push it open for Nadia to go inside.

"Go in. I'll get you some water and ice and some aspirin."

Walter was not woken by the announcementWalter was woken by something... wet... on the foot that was sticking out of the covers and hanging over the side of the bed ( Read more... )

Walter was peacefully sleeping. Completely unaware of the wakeup calls males all over the island were getting.

Let her keep her ignorance just a little longer, hm?

[ooc: open for the roomies.]

Walter had a small fire going and was doing his version of whittling, which involved drawing a wire between two fingers and sharpening sticks into sharp points. He had a series of them stuck in the ground in front of him and was enjoying watching Pup scamper off into the shadows around the campfire. The hellpuppy's eyes would be visible pinpoints ( Read more... )

Walter was in a mood, and not a good one. He'd gone running and apparently hadn't worked off any frustration or irritation, but while he was out, he'd had an idea ( Read more... )

As was not an unusual sight, Walter had pieces of something that had been Pip's M-16 spread out on his bed ( Read more... )

Walter left a vase of flowers by Nadia's bed with an admonition to the room's various non-human occupants not to knock them over on pain of being turned into a fuzzy accessory. A note with the vase said Meet me at the restaurant for the rest of your gift.

[ooc: Open to the roomies, although Walter will not be there. Pup is always available for ( Read more... )

For the record, as anyone who's had it will attest, the stomach flu sucks. Particularly for someone who needs to eat the way Walter does.

He's in bed, looking grumpy. But he's there.

[ooc: Open.]