<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j146/Duelist925/dj-quall-tobey-maguire-look-alike.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Randall Stevens<br/><br/>Common Room</strong></span><br/><br/>Randall jerked away with a snrk. He'd fallen asleep on the couch--surprisingly comfortable. He was a bit saddened that it would all too soon be irrevocably stained by so any fluids. Many of them his. Probably. He sat up with a stretch, yawning somewhat--ok, first things first. Food, then figure out which room wasn't completely full yet. He stood, cricking his neck a bit, and headed for the kitchen.<br/><br/>There, he grabbed a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge and a bottle of whatever was in there. Pizza firmly in mouth, he looked round a  bit, and spied some keys left out...<br/><br/>He promptly, of course, snagged one and examined it. "Room four..." He said. Well, he SAID "Room Four" but what came out through a mouth full of pizza was "Rmm ffh". Classy.<br/><br/>He shrugged, pocketing the key. Returning to the living room, he grabbed his bags and made his way to room four.