2nd floor common room, Tuesday night

[chasingangela]

In an attempt to provide a temporary distraction from exam stress, a chick flick and pizza party is shaping up in the seeming center of the universe, the second-floor common room. Pizza boxes containing a variety of round pies of cheesy goodness have been propped open on the coffee table, and there's a stack of DVDs on top of the TV.

Right now, Angela is setting up Rote Mühle, the story of a penniless writer who falls in love with a prostitute in turn-of-the-century Berlin. The story's a little drippy, but the costumes and the music are to die for.

All around the dorms....

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

A poster goes up

( Here be graphics )

Text reads:
Student Council Is In
Search Of Questions!
You Have The Answers!
We need trivia questions from your world
for Trivia Night. We're looking for questions
on geography, arts & literature, sports &
leisure, entertainment, history, and science
& nature.

Please supply questions to Isabel Evans,
Room 406 by May 1st

Third floor common room, Tuesday after lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Toast! With fingerwiggled sunny hall butter.

It was obligatory.

Walter was also settled in with glitter, markers, his maths book, and strange things involving poster board and fractals. He'd flipped on the TV to anything but Bitterwoman, which today meant Galaxy Quest. Reruns? It's not as though he knows. It's still new to him.

[ooc: Boooooored.]

Gym: Early Evening...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty's bored.

So after finishing his class for the day, he grabs a gatorade and heads to the gym to start his workout.

No he's not humming "Eye of the Tiger" as he starts punching the body bag.

Really.

[ooc:open to all yo!]

2nd Floor Common Room [Wednesday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is in the Common Room, notebook on his lap as he studies for finals.

Of course, he'd probably be better able to focus on studying if the TV wasn't on. But there it was.

1st floor lobby

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Emails were done, mostly. She'd said her goodbyes to a few students and given Angel the port she'd picked up for him way back at Christmas.

Packing alone wasn't that fun, and besides, most of it was still packed from when she'd moved in. Instead, she ordered a pizza and flopped on the sofa to watch the food channel and try to find distraction from impending emo not unlike the mun.

No sooner had she sat down then butterflies flitted around her and settled in on the couch, on the pizza box and in her hair. She took little notice as Alton began assembling the perfect cookie batter.

[[open, yo.]]