Victor lay on his bed, playing Royal Hearts and munching on some Funyuns. It was the weekend, so he figured he'd just sit back and relax for a while today. His door was cracked open a little, if anyone cared.

[ooc: Feel free to stop by, but I warn you that this will be the slowest slowplay that ever slowed. I just want to establish that even ( Read more... )

Victor waited in his room, hoping that Walter would show up. He hadn't been able to find his boyfriend for a couple days now, which was weird. Even after the radio broadcast, though, he wasn't jealous or anything. He just kind of missed his boyfriend...

[ooc: Soooooooooooooooo NWS now. Like usual.]

Good News: I got back to Job Corps in time to go to my volunteer shift at Phoenix Gay Pride!

Bad News: That means that I won't be catching up on my loose interactions nor making new ones until I get back to my dorm tonight.

Sorry I didn't post this earlier; I didn't know until last night if I was going to be able to go or not.

Victor had just printed out the new Shark vocabulary sheet, and was waiting for Walter to stop by so they could study it.

[ooc: Open to Walter, mainly. Anyone else can stop by if they want.]

Victor lay on his bed, reading a comic book to help clear his mind after a busy day. So far, he'd made amends with Belthazor, been attacked by a crayon, visited Edmund and Alfred, and meditated with Blair. Not to mention what had happened in the hallway this afternoon. He sighed and set his comic aside, then rolled over and looked at the ceiling. ( Read more... )

Victor headed toward the cafeteria, glad that he'd been able to knock another person off his list and hoping that he'd be able to see all his friends in one place today. If not, he'd probably have to hold a mini-party or something to get them all together ( Read more... )

After an exhausting day, Victor decided to go to bed early. So far he'd gotten in a fight with Nadia, tried to apologize to Rory and horribly failed, and got a lecture from Alfred. He hugged a pillow tight as he tried to figure out what he was going to do about all this...conflict in his life. Somehow, life seemed a million times harder, and there ( Read more... )

Victor was sitting in his room, looking over the letter that he'd found slipped under his door. By the time he finished it, he felt a little drained. He understood where Rory was coming from, but he still thought that the note was still a litle bit uppity ( Read more... )

Victor had been up late last night, trying to figure out what he was going to do about his problem with Rory. When his mind had wandered to how an X-Men would handle it, though, he had gotten an idea. In his Leadership class, they had had a lecture on conflict resolution, and he had figured that maybe it was time to apply what he had learned ( Read more... )

Victor sat at his laptop, typing away in a gay teen chatroom. Currently, he was helping this girl, Sarah, figure out what to do about this woman she liked. Bot was on the desk, watching since there were a lot of noce colors on the screen.

The door was open a little for when Walter came over or in case a certain someone wanted to make an apology ( Read more... )