room 216 ; sunday afternoon

[necroslacker]

Sam was doing a whole lot of nothing today. He'd missed a phone call from Brid earlier and his phone was resting on his chest in an attempt to force himself to return that call. It hadn't worked yet. For awhile, Sam had just stared at the ceiling while his thoughts bounced around in his head. When that hadn't worked, he'd read a book. Actually, he'd read the same line in the book for about fifteen minutes before he'd given up on that.

And then he'd amazingly fallen asleep. Sam didn't know if he'd fallen asleep just to get out of making that call or if he'd fallen asleep because he was tired but whatever the reason, it'd been good enough to get him out of returning the call for the moment. The phone was actually ringing again and Brid was the other end, determined to actually get Sam to pick up this time.

Alas, poor Sam, he was still sleeping.

[Door's cracked, post is open and if you want a weetiny to answer the phone, go for it.]

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[whenshewasnice]

After her tour of the town, Natalie had returned to the dorms, because it was always best to stick close to home, and right now that meant the dorms, and her room specifically. Besides, she'd found comic books to read.

But, her reading was interrupted by a ringing phone. When no one seemed to pick the call up, she had to go investigate. Once she'd located the room the sound was coming from, she knocked lightly on the door, then peered in when she noticed it wasn't all the way closed.

... And then the person inside was sleeping. She wasn't quite sure of the etiquette in a situation like this.

[necroslacker]

Sam wasn't sure either but Sam also wasn't paying much attention to anything because he was still dozing and the phone was still ringing on his chest. Occasionally, it would stop and go to voicemail but then it would start ringing again.

Sam sighed and flopped an arm over his eyes, trying to block that ringing out of his dreams. They weren't good dreams anyway.

[whenshewasnice]

But he did look to be very asleep. Natalie hesitated for a moment, but then she padded quietly over to the bed and reached for the phone. Then she frowned at it, because cell phones weren't really a thing in her childhood. But, she was a smart girl and managed to find the button that accepted the call.

She turned away from Sam and kept her voice a little quieter as she answered the phone with a, "Bonjour, hello, Natalie Adams speaking."

Sorry, Brid.

[necroslacker]

Brid...was actually speechless for the first few seconds of that call because she had no idea who Natalie Adams was or why she had Sam's phone or why she was speaking French.

"This is who?" she finally asked, a frown in her voice.

[whenshewasnice]

"Natalie Adams," Natalie repeated, patiently. After a few seconds, she added, "But this isn't my phone."

Helpful.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah, I got that," Brid said, still frowning. "Why do you have Sam's phone? Where's Sam?"

And why was she getting so pissed that another girl was answering his phone? If only she knew.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, it was an almost-8-year-old, if that was any consolation. Not that that would've necessarily helped on any other day.

"Dunno," Natalie said, then glanced over her shoulder at Sam. "What's he look like?"

[necroslacker]

"He looks like Sam," Brid said because she wasn't all that patient. "Where did you find his phone?"

And she was going to smack herself when she figured out that she was jealous of an eight year old.

[whenshewasnice]

"On a guy," Natalie replied, ever so helpfully. "He's asleep."

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

Distracted, Toby hadn't been looking where he was going as he made his way down the hallway. Someone, unfortunately, had left a toy truck out and Toby had the misfortune to trip over it. With a surprised yelp, he put a hand out to brace himself, but unfortunately that wasn't a wall his hand connected with, but Sam's cracked-open door, sending Toby tumbling on to the floor of Sam's room.

Ooops?

[necroslacker]

The phone hadn't woken him up but Toby's unceremonious tumble into his room was enough noise to bring him out of his stupor with rapidly blinking eyes and uncoordinated limbs.

"Who's there?" he mumbled, trying to get his hair out of his eyes. He blinked again and tried to see what had just come into his room but couldn't immediately spot the noise. "Uh, Brooke?"

Well, she was a ghost.

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"No," Toby shook his head. "Who's Brooke?"

[necroslacker]

"Just a friend," Sam answered automatically before scooting down towards the end of his bed and looking at the small kid there. "Uh, who're you?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Toby," Toby replied. "Who're you?"

[necroslacker]

"Sam," he said slowly, eyes widening at that familiar first name. "What's your last name?"

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

"Logan." Well. More or less. "You know someone with my name?" Sorry, Sam. Tiny Toby was even worse when it came to unintentionally reading people.

[necroslacker]

"Uh, yeah." Yeah, he knew Toby with that name. This was...something weird. "How old are you? Like five?"

He wasn't a great judge of ages, no.

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Oh Sam. You should never, never nap with your door open. Even only a little bit open. It was just asking for you to get pounced on, pranked or drawn all over.

Or in this case, end up with a small child pointing the (not very sharp) end of a fake sword at you, and engaging in a few experimental prods.

He needed to learn somehow.

[necroslacker]

For awhile, Sam thought he was dreaming and he was just feeling the stings of something Douglas was doing to him. When it didn't go away even when his nightmare did, he knew something was up.

He opened his eyes and focused on the little kid next to his bed, poking him with something that looked like a sword but wasn't sharp.

"Cut it out, kid!" Sam said, swatting the sword away. "That's not nice."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"You let your guard down!" she argued. Because that made poking totally acceptable.

Kate's thought process was a special one.

[necroslacker]

"I was asleep!" Sam argued, frowning. "What if I'd woken up swinging?"

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"That'd be guard bein' up," she pointed out. Which it hadn't been. Fail, Sam.

"I'm not scared of that, anyway."

[necroslacker]

"Who are you?" he asked, wondering where all the kids were coming from. "And why are you poking me with a sword? I'm not the bad guy."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"That's the only way to learn," Kate parroted, a phrase she'd probably heard many, many times, and nodded like it had to be right.

"And I've got lots of names." So many to choose from. Which one did he want.

[necroslacker]

"Lots of names?" Sam repeated, ignoring her first statement. "How many is lots?"