In the Quad: Friday night.

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After work, Duce bundled herself into an excessive amount of winter gear and headed back to the school grounds. She wasn't ready to call it a night yet, yet she had nothing specific to do. Knowing that Red would worry his fur off if he thought she was wandering around town after dark, even with the police on patrol, she'd decided to keep her wanderings up around the school.

Wandering into the Quad, she began idly scraping together fallen leaves and piling them on top of the cut-back rosebushes. She wasn't sure why the groundskeepers hadn't insulated them better, because some things like 'It's Virginia, it doesn't get that cold here' didn't really occur to her.

The leaves were wet, which made her glad she was wearing gloves. The putzing around made her happy. She almost missed her cell, because she was in a good enough mood that she might've called someone to come join her if she'd had it on her. Sadly, it was still in pieces on her floor.

(ooc: Open.)

On the roof of the dorms

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There was quite a bit of activity up on the roof in the late hours of the night. Boxes were pushed. An object was lifted and angled and braced in place. When that was accomplished, other things were laid out on the roof and decorated.

The gremlins stood back and admired their handy work. Snickering, they left the scene in place for Cally to find the next time she came up to the roof.

[[OOC: This is just an establishing event for something that will happen tomorrow. Please do not try to interfere with the gremlins or figure out what they're up to.]]

4th floor common room - Saturday morning

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Shep rolls over for the eightieth time and realizes he really isn't going to be getting any more sleep any time soon. His arm is sore from the abuse P.T. and even with the brace on, he's pretty sure he slept on it funny.

So as not to wake his roommate, Shep grabs his laptop and heads down to the common room to make the first entry on his log for ethics and play Sims for a while.

Still in his pajamas, with a blanket around his shoulders, he settles into a couch, flips on the tube and types with one hand:


Ethics Assignment - Entry #1 - Saturday, December 3, 2005

Okay, so at first I couldn't think of what I needed to stop doing - which sounds arrogant as hell, but since I don't routinely go around making terribly snide remarks except to McKay or blowing people off just because they bother me or cheating on homework or whatever, I wasn't sure what to do.

Anyway, Lana says I need to knock off the 'stupider-than-thou' act. I didn't really think that would bother anyone, but apparently it does. So for the next week I actually have to own up to everything I understand, instead of playing dumb to get a laugh or get out of something. God help me I hope I don't run into McKay this week.

Just typing that took far longer than he had expected and now he's sleepy again, so he puts the computer on the table, snuggles up in his blanket and flips to VH1's Top Twenty Countdown and closes his eyes and listens to the music. He suspects he ought to start running again sometime soon. He'd just have to be sure not to trip and fall and it shouldn't aggravate his wrist too badly. But not today.


[he's not asleep, just kind of drifting. Come in and chat.]


[ETA: Shep and Lana have fallen asleep curled up together on the couch. Anyone want to come in and find them that way?]

Gym, Sat morning

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Angel would have preferred to sleep in as a rule, but sometimes what he wanted and what he got were two entirely different things.

Not wanting to toss and turn, and feeling too restless to stay in the room, Angel got dressed in black sweats, a white wifebeater, a black hoodie, and made his way down to the gym.

Once there he took in all the equipment. He looked longingly towards a heavybag. His left hand, which sported a smaller bandage than it had all week but was still bandaged, clenched. What he wanted was to attack the bag until he was exhausted but, again, what he wanted and what he got were two entirely different things. Even he had to admit that that was more than his damaged hand could handle.

Something calmer then.

Angel stripped off the hoodie and dumped it over by the wall. Shoes and socks were next. He walked over to an empty space on the gym floor, closed his eyes, and centered himself. He tried - not successfully, but tried - to banish all of the thoughts that were weighing him down. That done, he began to practice his Tai Chi forms.

It had been a while since he'd done this. His movements began roughly. But the more he did it the smoother he became. After a while, he even began to remember what it felt like to be calm.

[ooc: open to interaction if anybody wants it, or the vamp can ignore you if you need the gym to yourself for whatever reason]

West Attic: Saturday Morning

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Lana was sitting in the common area of the suite reading her book. She was still touched that Shep had taken the time to find it for her and then (attempt at least) to have it delivered to her anonymously. She'd probably have to go track him down pretty soon to do his morning PT. She hated hurting him, but really what was the other option - no PT, no use of hand. The massage had seemed to help it a bit. Maybe if she started out with that to relax the hand some it wouldn't hurt quite as much.

Anyway... Her homework was caught up and she had the opportunity to sit and relax for a while so she was going to take it.

(no subject)

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Not!Draco was once again patrolling wondering the halls. He didn't know why but he felt infectiously cheerful. Maybe it was the red hair. Maybe it was the freckles. But he didn't have the same "I'm Draco Malfoy and I am better than you" air that he usually did.

((Feel free to run into him.))

The Dorm Roof, Saturday Morning

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Cally, all orange-jumpsuited up, tools strapped on, and a large monkey wrench wielded in her fist, makes her way up to the roof of the Dorm Building. Today was the day to finish the Viper hopefully with Bridge's help. However, when she arrives, the wrench clatters against the roof as she stares at the scene before her.

The viper frame is tilted up on it's side. Propped up by boxes, it has been placed in such a way that it looks like it had crashed into the roof. A quick examination, however, shows that it has not actually been damaged.

Spread around the viper are the rest of the clothes that had been stolen during the triad game. They have been carefully laid out to resemble bodies that would have been thrown from the plane. Adding to the effect is the ketchup that has been used to liberally doused around the area to form the blood for the scene.

Cally stares for a good two minutes. Then gathers up all the clothes into a crate, sweeps away the ketchup, and starts going about her work on the viper. She was gonna need to move the frame to do some of the work, but she was going to get as much done as she could before that.

Because making it heavy before moving it is a SMART idea. Go Team Buttery!

[ooc: Cally will be up here most of the day. I'm -sorta- open to interaction. I've got papers to write. Lots of Papers. I need to be doing those. Not RP. And I'm teh weak when it comes to temptation.]

[ooc ETA: Oh, and the whole crash scene idea was written up and came from the awesome fh_anonymous. Yay Gremlins!]

2nd floor common room, early morning

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Cameron lay curled up on one of the couches in the common room, looking extra fuzzy after his bath last night. His nose hidden in his tail as he tried to sit still. He'd left his own room this morning because he kept getting distracted by something and he was scared of waking Vala up. This instinct thing was going too far and he wished he'd just be human again so he could talk to Vala decently. Without getting distracted by something half way through.

3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Lane and Lily are hanging out in the third floor common room with Lane's pirate cat. Lane is idly flipping through television stations, occasionally complaining about the abomination that is CMT. Lily's not really paying attention to the tv, in favor of practicing some spells and charms while the cat watches with interest.

Announcement - Dorm/School Intercom/Loudspeaker

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There is a faint squeal of feedback before a familiar voice announces, with no little glee, "By the power vested in me by our Dean of Students, I, Spider Jerusalem, am allowed to leave campus once a week! Huzzah! Let there be rejoicing!"

There is a click.

Two minutes later, there's another faint squeal and Spider is back. He sounds far less excited this time. "Oh, and I'm now Dean of Faculty too. Fear me, rash mortals, etc. etc."

There is a final click and then silence.