Outside the Dorms [Friday Morning]

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After making a trip to the NPC Girl Scout last night, John's now loaded down with boxes and boxes of Girl Scout cookies. He keeps several boxes for himself, stowing them in his room before heading outside the dorms and deciding to just give the cookies away.

"Hear ye, hear ye, free Girl Scout cookies for one and all! All varieties! Completely and absolutely free! A nice pick me up before class!"

Room 146

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*Once again, the door is cracked open when Sara approaches. She raps her knuckles against the frame, walking in.*

Hey--how're you feeling? *Her voice is gentle.*

[2nd Floor Common Room]

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Edward has comandeered a couch in the common room. He has a blanket, several books and his notebook and he appears to be attempting to write some letters. Bored, he turns on the TV.

Safe Walk - Friday Night

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Marty sets up the sign-in sheet for the safe walk, and leaves out a kit for each volunteer.

The kit contains:
Cellphone
Signal Flare
Squeeze bottle filled with Holy Water
A Cross
Wooden Stakes

When he's done he looks apologetically at the other volunteers.

"Sorry guys, but there's someplace I have to be tonight. If you need me, call my cell and I'll get here as soon as possible."

And he takes a kit with him as he leaves.

South Attic, Early afternoon: after Study Hall

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For the first time in what seemed like weeks, Beka smiled. Really smiled. Not the smile that lit her face but not her eyes. No, the real one that Illyana had said she was missing.

She had a Weekend Pass. She could come and go off this muddy rock as she pleased for 48 beautiful hours. Sleep, rest, stargaze...do a little piracy...

Maybe find someone to play with who didn't have fangs, throw fireballs, or otherwise want to kill her.

First she had to do some work for newspaper, though. She had enough for the ABC portion of the article anyway, thanks to Anders, and maybe Cally could fill her in some. So she flopped down on her bed to work, keeping thoughts of murders, vampires, promises to demons who wanted to kill witches, witches who might want to resoul vampires, and pretty much everything to do with Kitty Pryde as far from her mind as possible.

It wasn't far, but it was far enough to let her work.


[ooc: Though this post is more intended for mood-setting, door's open, water's fine - particularly for Buffy, Illyana, Bel, or Phoebe. Please ping me first if you want to come by and get in her face. I'm willing, but I'd like to know first.]

Room 406, Friday evening

[fh_jackass]

Continued from here.

Logan staggered down the hallway of the fourth floor, using the wall to keep himself upright. He had a backpack over his shoulder and a bright orange watergun in his right hand. His left arm hung limp and broken and his nose was swollen and distorted. He bled from dozens of cuts on his arms and legs and had two brutal holes in the side of his neck.

It had not been his best day ever.

Logan knocked on the door to room 406.

Common room, Friday night

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After her trip to the clinic, Quinn takes a very obvious seat in the common room, icing her maybe-broken finger, ready to pounce on anyone who comes by for information.


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