2nd floor common room, morning

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Not able to sleep any longer, Cameron heads into the common room as he's scared he'll wake Vala up if he remains with her. Not that he'd mind waking her up, it feels like they haven't really had time for each other since they returned from Memphis. He's been asleep by the time she joins him in their room and when he wakes up, he doesn't want to bother her. Maybe he's just avoiding telling her about kissing Anders. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with what his father had said, that was for sure.

He stops when he notices the note from Beka and for a moment feels guilty that they'd drifted so much apart after the whole incident. Feeling even more melancholic, Cameron plops down on the couch, turns on the television and is grateful for morning cartoons.

Wednesday night, Gym

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To Alanna's delight, the gym had been empty when she had entered it. No one there, no one to ask questions on why she had been allowed to keep a sword. No one to ask questions, no need to get angry and therefore violent. Alanna quickly stretched and began working on a series of exercises Duke Gareth wanted her to practice. She was pretty intent on her work and would have some trouble noticing if the sky fell on her.

Second Floor Common Room -- 12/28

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Having been *mumble*mumble* busy for the last few days, Jack brings in a stack of DVDs and sacks out in the common room to watch them. They're a mix of movies and TV shows

First Floor Lobby, Late Wednesday Afternoon

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The Tick was sitting in the lobby. He was trying to work out next semester's classes. He figured that he might as well get a head start!

It wasn't working out very well. At all. A schedule was in pieces all over the table.

Any distraction would be appreciated.

[OOC: That's a damned lie. Distraction from can_be_more would be appreciated. Anyone else must go away and take a cookie from the dragon.]

Fandom High Basement

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Sam led the way to the pool, armed with Marty's cricket bat. She set it down when she got to the door and pulled on the handle.

"Locked." She pulled some tools out of her pocket and fiddled with the lock. The doors opened a minute later. "We ready?"