Sunday Morning Dorm Delivery

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( Delivered to Quinn Morgendorffer, room 219: )

Room 101 Sunday morning.

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John wakes up and wipes the sleep from his eyes after a social night of someone cheating at Monotony.

Room 231, Sunday Morning

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Sam was doing homework. A great deal of homework. And drinking coffee.

Since it was Sunday and she was seventeen, though, she'd also indulged in a chocolate croissant. She sat on the bed reading her book for Quantum Physics, but kept glancing over at the walls, wanting to see where the theorems Marty had pointed her towards could lead. Still, obligations first. She also had an essay due for ACJ that had to be handed in to Rory.

And if she was maybe a little concerned about the therapy session with Janet and the school counselor the next day, well, it happened.

[ooc: Feel free to drop by.]

Gym - Sunday

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Alanna was bored. It was cold. She had a sword and a set of exercises that she had to do. Unless snow monster zombies, or zombie snow monsters, from space attacked she had no plans on leaving the gym. Faithful was happily napping, far from the swinging sword.

5th Floor Common Room: [2/12] Evening

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Pippi is in the kitchen making pancakes.

For dinner.

Because she's, ya know, Swedish like that.

[[ooc: I dare somebody to entertain me. :)

Fourth Floor common room

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Han is back from the mainland and in a very good mood.

He's got a kettle (large enough to bathe a small child in) heating on the stove of the kitchenette as he pours large jars of honey, gallons of water and whole nutmegs in. He slices half a dozen lemons and proceeds to ream them with a wooden tool into the kettle.

Looks like he's making mead for the wedding on Tuesday. Anyone who wants to sample or pester or whatever is welcome.

Second Floor Common Room - Evening

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Rory was lying on a couch, Vladdie on her stomach.

The former was channel surfing and eating candy.

The latter was rolling around on his back, batting at what appeared to be a whole lot of nothing in the air.

Third floor common room, Sunday early evening

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After three days cooped up in the clinic and looking for something to distract herself with, Ivanova limped to the common room and settled herself gently onto a couch with a sigh, leaning her cane within easy reach and adjusting her sling as she stretched out and turned on the TV.

Speedskating. Not her favourite sport, but look at those legs . . .