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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 9:27 pm
Mal's half of the dorm was highly organized; clothes hung up neatly just so, everything in it's place and everything with a place. Most of those places were boxes, but not the cardboard kind. Some were fabric, there were a couple of the big tupperware tubs, a half-dozen baskets on his desk, and a five-high stack of old cigar boxes that he was shuffling through currently.
He'd left his suit jacket over the back of his chair, and his tie was hanging out of his back pocket. He had a small envelope and card held between his teeth, delicately, and when Mal found the cigar box he wanted, he flipped it open and put the card in with the other cards in there. They had different to and from addresses, and were different sizes, but they all had the same handwriting on them and were from the same person: Finn Gherig. Apparently Finn liked to send him a lot of cards and letters.
He smelled a little like smoke with a piney undertone from his time hanging out with Asher; the kid was interesting, snarky, not a bad way to while away some time.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 4:40 pm
Ewan didn't pry -- though that had been his job at the facility, and he was used to prying. So far, there hadn't been anything here worth getting nosy over. So he'd only give the contents of Mal's desk a cursory glance as he walked in, and only because Mal happened to be doing something at it.
[Ewan's side of the dorm was more relaxed, though nobody would ever call it 'messy.' It just wasn't as highly organized, and he didn't have a lot of stuff. Some clothes, put away in his closet, or folded in the dresser; a stack of records and music books, his guitar in its case, and -- well, that was about it, besides the bookshelf. On the shelves were books, sure, but also some of the boxes like what Mal had. Whatever was inside them was anyone's guess.
He'd raise his eyebrows as he flopped down on the bed -- and then sniff. "I know that smell." It might have been teasing, but with Ewan's typical deadpan delivery it was hard to tell...
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phoenix kiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 5:23 pm
"Mm," Mal agreed. It was a good smell, honestly, and Mal filed away the card and found another box; this one had paper and envelopes and stamps in it. "Meeting the locals, I guess you'd call it. Or scoping the environment?" He pulled his chair out to scrawl out a note. "Meet anyone fun since dinner?" If he didn't write a note to Finn every time he got one of Finn's cards, Finn had threatened to come and find him. He might as well answer right away, now that he was thinking about it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 8:17 pm
He blinked -- and then tossed himself gracelessly onto his bed, with his back propped up against the wall. He leaned over to grab his guitar and set about taking all the strings off. "I wandered into the Dionysius dorms. There's not as much partying over there as you might think." It seemed kind of odd for someone like Ewan to go find a party, but parties often involved music. He bit off some sort of curse when one of the smaller strings snapped and popped him in the hand. "I plan on doing a lot of sleeping when I can. I worked sixteen hour shifts. Now it's nothing but free time. Mostly."
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phoenix kiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 8:08 pm
"Mostly. Until something happens, like the classes or whatever." Mal finished the note and closed it into the envelope, addressed it, stamped it. The movements were familiar ritual, and he left it in a little basket to one side, so he could remember to drop it off in the Hermes dorm again on his way out. "Sixteen hour days suck. I always hated them." They'd meant not enough time with Finn and Alex, and as much as Mal disliked Alex's guardian, he liked Alex. Alex was -- a good guy. If anyone had to take care of Finn while he was gone, Alex would not just be willing, he'd really do it. "Hope the division's okay?" He made a gesture with his pen, indicating the way the room had been divided.
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