No, sadly there wasn't an Alarma party, although we could have thrown one ourselves...

Ok, enough of that obscure intro, and a little parody instead:

Yesterday night we had a fire alarm in our staircase (6). At 1:30 a.m.
So, totally bewildered, my roomie and me grabbed our coats and keys and left the building. The other occupants of 6 joint us shortly after in the Quad, and there we stood, in pajamas, coats and bibbering from the cold.
The alarm shrilled over the whole Quad - and the porter leaned out of his lodge, saw us standing there rather clueless, and hollered:

Oy! What happened?
We: The alarm went off.
Him: I can hear that, but what happened?
We: Nothing! We were sleeping! *goddammititsalmost2inthemornig!*
Him: So who set the alarm off?
We: NO IDEA! Make it stop!
Him: So there isn't a fire?
We: Nooooo! If there were, we wouldn't be freezing!
Him: Alrightalright, let me check my board... It says the alarm went off first in room 6!
Girl from 6: No way! I was in bed! *cue some dirty jokes*
Guy from 7: Um, I was smoking... But I smoked in the room before, and the alarm didn't go off...
Porter: Nonono, on my board it says room 6!
We: Ok, we'll be in the MCR in the WARMTH, waiting for the alarm to be switched off. *in single file into the MCR*

From the windows of the MCR we could watch the porter and his assistant running in circles while trying to figure out what set the alarm off and how to stop it again. Apparently they had forgotten to cancel the alarm as a false one with the local fire department, because 5 minutes later a fully equipped fire truck with a team of 8 firemen arrived in front of the main entrance (in Turl Street; how a fully grown fire truck fits into that little street is beyond me).

The poor porter discussed with them for about 20 minutes that it was a false alarm, but the captain of he firemen insisted of checking the rooms themselves because the alarm hadn't been cancelled.
So we watched while 8 firemen in full armor trodded into our staircase, up the stairs and into every room.

They didn't find a fire of course but a rather smoke-filled room 7.
Yes, the guy had been smoking in his room without a problem before - he did, however, fail to realise that a cigar, whith which he was celebrating his last finished essay, does produce more smoke than a simple cigarette... And the porter mixed up the rooms on his board. Just imagine the firemen had foamed room 6 when indeed a real fire had been in room 7...

The kicker in this story was that the firemen, after inspecting our rooms in search of the non-existant fire, brought down another girl from room 6. She had managed to sleep through all the alarm bells, shouting, trappling and rattling that was quite fitting for the Night of the Dead...
Of course she got horribly told off for staying in her room during the alarm, and her roomie (who had come down with us!) got a quite decent verbal smacking for not waking her.

All in all, we were allowed to return to our rooms and sleep on at 2:15 a.m.
Did I mention it was fucking cold last night? And that I had a lecture at 9 this morning? Right, screw that lecture. xD