Name: Alex Kingston<br/>Location: Dorm Halls<br/>Tagged: Henrietta<br/><hr/><br/>Alex was half way to the meeting place for orientation when he finally remembered his state of dress. He let out a sigh of frustration. Anya was intriguing but she was making his clothing situation harder than ever. It would not do to show up with a palm print burned onto his shoulder. Stuffing his notebook into his pocket he turned around to head back to the dorms. With every one heading to orientation he expected the trip to be uneventful, and for the most part it was, that is, until he reached the halls to the dorms. As he walked through the halls he was not paying attention, so the sound of liquid moving caught him almost of guard.<br/><br/>At first he thought he was imagining things, but then he heard it again. Looking down the hall, it looked like something was slipping under the door of his and Anya's room. Curious he approached, he could hear that wet sound on the other side of the door. Eyes narrowed, he opened the door to find! A puddle. By now he was throughly confused. Why would there be a puddle in the middle of the floor. Stepping into the room he knelt down over the puddle. He knew it was a foolish thing to do, but he reached out and poked the soft mass.