Sunday Morning Dorm Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

( Delivered to Janet Fraiser, rooms #239/240: )

Gym, Sunday morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep is jogging on the treadmill. He's got his iPod on, but not so loud he won't notice someone coming in.


[anyone up?]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After leaving a note for Cally to tell her to come up and find him when she gets up, Anders clanks his way up the stairs to the third floor, baking paraphernalia and cupcake makings in hand (well, in bags really). There's actually nobody in his common room for once, but he's not taking the chance on the huge audience that inevitably seems to congregate in there anyway.

Because there is cupcake baking about to happen here, and he doesn't feel like having his floormates witness his humiliation. Which of course means some of them will probably find their way up here.

Anders sets out all his ingredients, unpacks the brand new mixer, washes the mixing bowl and cupcake tins, and then settles in to stare at the baking directions for a while.

Maybe they'll make sense after a bit.

128 Sunday Afternoon

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Everything is unpacked and it's feeling like...well, her own space. Home may come yet.

The one thing she can't seem to find is the fish food, so she headed into town to pick some up. Fumbling in her purse for her keys, she finally just sits down in front of her door and dumps everything out...they have to be here someplace.

Gym, Sunday afternoon

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel had promised Blair lessons in self-defense. He waited for his little brother to show up, spending time alternating between getting some Tai Chi in, and throwing tennis balls for Sean to chase.

Multitasking was a good thing.

[ooc: He's here for Blair, but gym is here for all your gymly needs.]

4th Floor Common Room [Morning]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Anyone who happens to wander into the fourth floor common room any time in the early morning, will find a blanket covered lump on the sofa. The lump is half-watching early morning TV and muttering under its breath about a new-found hatred of Mexican food and the back pain caused by sleeping on a sofa.

[[Oh yeah, Mac never left. Open to anyone who feels like decyphering the TVguide in its new, edible form. Yes, now you really can eat a celebrity if you so desire.]]

Second floor common room, Sunday night

[fates_jaye]

After getting back from work, Jaye stops off at her room long enough to drop her things off, then goes back to the second. Because it's the cool floor.

She takes a seat, turns on the TV, and wonders if they've still got the porn channels. Not that she wants to watch, but she figures it'd be great to freak out people passing through.

5th Floor Common Room: Sunday evening.[2/26]

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi has spent the better part of the day in her room with her Midsummer Night's Dream script, after a day full of reading she was doing the only thing that could counter-act such studiousness.

Making pancakes.

Hippolita had relatively little to say according to the script, so she'd been reading the lines for her under-study role, Titania...

"Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices and let me rest."

Which more or less meant that she wanted her servants to go shopping after singing her a lullaby and making anything that was likely to wake her up go away...

Hmmm, pancakes.