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Logan returned to his room after the disasterous night in the common room, planning to get a shower and change out of his bloody clothes.

So the spell to gain superpowers hadn't worked. In fact, it had backfired completely. Pretty much everyone except him had gained powers of some sort.

At least his birthday had been decent. Got to stake a vampire during class, and that didn't happen every day. And Angel'd provided a distraction (and a present) while Veronica set up a surprise dinner.

The party the next night had been fun, too, even if he'd had to share it with Jake. Angel passing out after had been less nice.

He hadn't intended to fight with Bel at the clinic, nor to fall asleep next to Angel's bed and not wake up until the next morning. He was still worried about the vampire, but it didn't seem like there was much he could do. He wasn't a Chosen One and didn't have any magical or scientific knowledge.

For now, all he wanted to do was to get some sleep. He reached his room and frowned when the key wouldn't go into the lock. Then he peered down at the doorknob and noticed there was no longer a keyhole. He stared at it.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered.

[ooc: Open for mocking or clothes-loaning.]

Date: 2006-03-09 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Rory, who had been hauling things up to her room for the better part of the evening, passed by Logan's room and stared.

"Holy crap what happened to you? Did you get in another fight? Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern.

Date: 2006-03-09 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Rory raised an eyebrow at the knob. "No, there isn't. How weird. Though I wouldn't sign off on you not being stoned, too," she added, peering up at him and trying to get a good look at his eyes.

Date: 2006-03-09 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto had been heading downstairs, when she caught sight of Logan and Rory in the hall. "Logan? What happened to you?"

Date: 2006-03-09 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto frowned. "You lose your keys?"

Date: 2006-03-09 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
"Do you have any more books from SC in there?" Rory asked suspiciously.

Date: 2006-03-09 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
"Well, keyholes don't just disappear!" Rory, ever observant, said. "Anyway. You need new clothes. And I don't think I have any boy clothes...." She blushed to the roots of her hair and looked over at Callisto.

Date: 2006-03-09 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
"Unlike some people," Callisto raised an eyebrow at Rory. "I keep track of what's in my wardrobe. I've got a couple of shirts you can borrow." She very pointedly did not mention who the shirts belonged to.

Date: 2006-03-09 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto rubbed her forehead. "Delightful as you'd look in a breastplate, I didn't mean that. They're, uh...Angel's."

Date: 2006-03-09 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
"So you want 'em?" Callisto asked. "You got a choice between black, black, and black."

Date: 2006-03-09 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
"No," A hint of an evil grin appeared on Callisto's face. "Although a good friend might seek to rectify that glaring omission."

Date: 2006-03-09 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
"I think that's a very good idea," Callisto grinned. "Would you say he's a summer or a spring?"

Date: 2006-03-09 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
"Summer...I think," Callisto snickered. "Hang on, I'll just go get you the shirts."

Date: 2006-03-09 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Since all the vending machines on the upper floors were out of Pip's favorite soda, he was forced to search other levels.


He finally made it to floor two when a very odd sight met his eye.

"Dude, what happened?"

[[*coughs* Sorry. Totally didn't notice I wasn't logged in. Feel free to delete the anon comment.]]

Date: 2006-03-09 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Pip tried not to snicker.

It kind of failed.

He grinned at Logan. "Need a change of clothes? I think you're about my size."

Date: 2006-03-09 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
"Well, if worse comes to worse we can just break it down. Or maybe sever the locking mechanism. Maybe talk to one of the Elrics? I think that alchemy stuff that they do could create a keyhole. Maybe. I don't really understand it that well."

Date: 2006-03-09 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Pip patted Logan on the shoulder. "I'm sure there will be. After all, if you tell things to do something enough, they become true. I think. There was a magazine article about it in the hotel lobby. I might've been reading it wrong."

Date: 2006-03-09 02:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Pip shook his head. "Nope. If it was me it'd be more likely to involve glitter. Ya know, punishment fitting the crime and all that. Plus, I'm not the one for nifty abillities to make keyholes disappear."

Date: 2006-03-09 11:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] demonbelthazor
Bel just happened to be passing by. Snickering.

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