It wasn't a picnic. Picnics were dorky. Okay, there was a blanket, because he didn't want to get sand in his clothes. And there was a basket because he had to carry the sandwiches somehow. But it wasn't a picnic. Just food on the beach. With his girlfriend ( Read more... )

Weiss sort of shuffled into his dorm room. He had just come back from the Los Angeles vs. Washington game. The seats Parker had bought him were fantastic, the company better, the popcorn iffy, and the beer sellers way too clever. After the game was over, though, he didn't say a thing the entire way home. He flumped onto his bed ( Read more... )

Weiss was doing homework. He hadn't heard about the intangible stuff. He was too worried about the whole Bel is Serious Evil thing. Yipe.

[OOC: For Parker]

Weiss returned from class to an acrid, awful smell. His smoking monkey was dangling a cigarette from its lips. "Close the goddamn door, kid. You raised in a barn or something ( Read more... )

Weiss really wanted to return Parker's message. He did. He just... hadn't gotten around to it yet. Too busy looking at his phone, willing his finger to hit the speed dial.

It was a very time-consuming task.

[OOC: Open]

JD wanted to remind ya'll that if you want Paul Revere to make an announcement about an event in a private location (like a dorm room) or if you want Paul Revere to ride into a non-public area making announcements, ping him.

To: Fandom High Friends ( Read more... )

The words "one week anniversary" were not in Weiss's vocabulary (thankfully), but he couldn't help but be pleased that he'd been with Parker (in whatever context, let the lawyers decide) for seven whole days.

He's finishing up some homework. Studious guy.

[OOC: For mparkerceo]

Weiss was doing as much homework as he could before Parker called him up to hang tonight. Eager boy.

His door was open.

[OOC: For girlsnamehere and that thread is locked to Weiss and JD, but rest of the post is open to all]

Weiss was running around his apartment, setting up various presents received on his birthday, including the ant farm entirely populated by ants he'd named Todd (the ants, not the farm). He was munching on Swedish Gummi Fish and spontaneously doing his White Male Rite of Celebration -- the cabbage patch ( Read more... )