Fliers posted throughout the dorm:

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4th Floor Common Room: Late Tuesday Night/Early Wednesday Morning

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Woken up and disturbed by the fighting between Paige and Sawyer, Lana grabs a blanket and pillow and escapes to the 4th floor common room to try and get some sleep.

[Open to anyone who might wander by - feel free to wake her, especially as she might otherwise miss her class!]

Self-Defense

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna had cleared off a section of the gym and had some mats laid out. Also, off to the side stood a table with a two pitchers of water, some water, and a sign in sheet.

Room 234 - evening

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker switched into Versace, got out the dangling earrings, and looked around for her purse, then called out her door:

"I'm going to Caritas! Anyone who wants to come with me, be ready in ten!"

_{[[feel free to come along -- or just stop by and say hi]]}

Wednesday afternoon: Locker 327 (hallway)

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After hearing the announcement that morning, attending Journalism, and subsequently going on a Han-hunt, Duce decided to go check out the story Locker 327 was spitting out. Superspy novel? Lemurs? Lemurs were cute and fuzzy, with the big nocturnal eyes and prehensile tails. She could see where one would make an excellent superspy. She was also having difficulty writing decent assignments lately, and thought perhaps the locker's story could offer inspiration.

Plopping herself down across the hall and slightly to the right of the locker, Duce picked up some paper and began to read. Occasionally, she'd laugh or give some other verbal response to the story. Her snakes appeared fascinated by it, staring at the pages intently and occasionally hissing some sort of Parseltongue communication back and forth.

".. so, he's in the London Zoo, trying to find where the criminal mastermind has hidden the coordinates to the chemical bomb, and he's opened a dialogue with the genengineered lemurs, who've decided to trust him even though they've never broken cover to another human before.. I get all that, but.. the obligatory female character from here," she gesticulates with an earlier part of the story, "hasn't resurfaced - she's a hanging plot-dangle. How does she work back into the story? You can't just leave her like that, hanging there with no purpose! It almost looked like she was the Obligatory Love Interest, but .. she didn't have enough interaction with Hero. Even if he's a MacDaddy 007 type, he'd have more interaction with her than 'Baby, that shade of lipstick just isn't you.'.."

(ooc: Got a complaint that Duce 'isn't in public enough'. She's in public now. Responses may be slow, but I'm here and open to interaction.)

3rd Floor Common Room, Weds Night

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*DEATH is in the common room, wearing a fairly generic dance outfit that does nothing to hide his bony physique. The too-tight t-shirt has the words, "Jazz Hands" written on it, and, if one looks closely, they would notice that his usually bare feet are encased in split-sole jazz shoes. The rubber duck appears to be quacking the tune of "Mr. Cellophane", while DEATH complete with skeletal jazz hands, slides across the common room floor, rocking in what would be considered, if he had anatomy, something akin to a shimmy.

At the end of each number, DEATH stops to scribble down some notes and consult a collection of books on the nearby table.

Those that are unable to see DEATH feel the urge to dance. Or else.*

((OOC: Open for play.))