Gym, Early Sunday Morning

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip had been forced to admit that he had been neglecting his exercise routine. In his defense, his arm had been in a sling for a week, but that was hardly an excuse any more.

Quick run, some push ups, some sit ups.

Now he was at the bag, smacking it around and mulling over what had happened last night.

_{[[OOC: Gym's openv for all who wish to use it.]]}

3rd Floor Hallways, Saturday Night

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Cam-Mollusc was hungry. Food-Giver-Two-Legger had been gone for a long time, way past first-food-time and second-food-time. Deciding to try and find Food-Giver-Two-Legger, he levered himself into his squid-ball and rolled it into one of 306's airvents, eventually emerging in the third floor hallway.

2nd Floor Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After a long night of restless sleep, Marty finally crawls out of his bed and into the 2nd floor common room. He grabs a soda from the vending machine and flips on the Sci Fi channe to catch some rerun of Lightning Bug.

First Floor lobby

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John kicks back in one of the chairs with the TV on. Rumor has it, there's some sort of sporting event on. Detroit Lions Vs.... somebody, he thinks.

The Gym, Late Sunday Afternoon

[demonbelthazor]

Bel decided to take out some agressions on an innocent punching bag, giving it the faces of any of half a dozen people. Crowley was an obvious target. Marty, too, for what he had done Friday night. He still hadn't heard from Darla or Dru so he had little idea what condition they were in after Team Angel had finished with them.

But at the very top of the list today whoever had cast that stupid spell that made everyone sing their true feelings. Not only was it embarrassing enough, he'd scared Phoebe by letting her see what the demon in him felt -- if he couldn't have her, no one would. Now he'd never get her back. If he even wanted to take her back at this point.


[OOC: Open for interaction or for your afternoon gymly needs.]

Fourth Floor Common Room

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Han is feeling better. In fact, he's feeling good enough that he's up and cooking.

There are three pizzas, home-made from crust to topping, just being taken out of the kitchenette oven.
He's got his holo player hooked up and the great comedy The Adminstrator-Brigadier starring the amazing redheaded funnyman Kenny Daye is just starting.

Anyone who wants to laugh along at the mishaps of a penniless bumbler mistaken for a powerful bureaucrat is welcome to stop in.

The Castle Fool, The Sickly Soldier and The Storyteller of a northern land are stacked nearby.

Yep, it's a Daye marathon


[[ooc: That would be Danny Kaye in The Inspector General, The Court Jester, Up in Arms and Hans Christian Anderson]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Superbowl time on Sunday

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip had known something was wrong the moment he entered the dorm.

Something... not right in the atmosphere of the dorm. Something wrong in it's aura, it's chi if you will.

At first he brushed it off as paranoia. Then he passed some of the common rooms and saw people crowding around television sets. They were talking about birds from Seattle and Steel from Pittburgh.

It hadn't taken Pip long to put two and two together. And the answer he got (four), filled him with dread.

Superbowl Sunday.

American Football

Thinking quickly, he put all his millitary training into action. Running into the fifth floor common room, he grabbed some cusions from the couch to form a small, knee-high barrier.

He then taped a sign up by the common room.

Superbowl Free Zone

He started cooking crepes and turned on the TV, looking for anything that was not the Superbowl. Settling on HBO, he settled back and continued to cook his crepes.

The Dread Scourge would never make its way here while he was on guard.


_{[[OOC: Come. Enter freely. Leave some of the happiness you bring. Eat Crepes. Watch something that isn't the Superbowl.]]}

2nd Floor Common Room - Sunday evening, after the game

[fh_jackass]

After watching the Superbowl, Logan cheered. "All right, Angel, Angela, step right up. Got some cash for youse guys."