Third Floor Common Room, Early Tuesday Morning

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Lyta hadn't slept well the previous night, and the morning found her curled up on an end of the sofa in the common room, sipping a cup of hot tea and watching the morning newscasts. Idly, she wondered why she bothered. Other than a warmer, sunnier day, there was very little good news. And, oddly enough, it had all happened already -- at least for her -- so why bother watching news spots bout it? Besides, the cable news channel of this time was just as annoying as ISN.

( Deep Thots by Lyta Alexander )

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3rd Floor Common Room, Late Monday Afternoon.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto was bored. Very bored.

This was possibly why she was watching Bitterwoman while sitting upside down on the couch .

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First Floor Lobby, Tuesday Afternoon (post 6th Period)

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Cally plops down on a couch in the dorm lobby, and pulls out her book. She's reading Sammy : The Autobiography of Sammy Davis, Jr..

What? It's quieter down here than in the second floor common room.

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Second floor common room, Tuesday evening

[fates_jaye]

There's nothing to do, so Jaye wanders to the second floor, kicks her feet up on the coffee table, and waits for someone to entertain her.

And someone had better entertain her. Preferrably with antics.

Tuesday Night - 4th Floor Common Room

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Blair had Hank's pot and a bag of potting soil on the floor of the common room and was playing in the dirt busy repotting the plant. Ever so often he glanced up at the tv to watch COPS and offer commentary on police states.

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday night (everybody else is doing it, why can't we?)

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia is crashed out on the common room couch with her copy of Midsummer Night's Dream and her notebook. Every couple pages she pauses and repeats words to herself, trying to puzzle out the meanings. Every other couple pages, she smacks herself in the forehead with the book.

She'd probably welcome an interruption.