Second Floor Common Room.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After talking about their day, Marty and Angela are busily making a fort out of all the couch cushions to protect them from the monsters that attack kids who have done bad things.

Marty is also armed with his de-cootying gun for extra protection.

Second floor common room, Sunday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn doesn't like doing things that might embarrass herself. However, it's also Sunday morning and she knows what time it is. Some things are just more Important.

So she wakes up early, makes her way into the second floor common room, careful of anyone who may be camped out there, and turns on the TV.

She might sing along with the "Smile Time" theme song. She's definitely swaying back and forth with the music. For she is five.

Stairwell, morningish

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

A tiny ball of nearlyfouryearsoldness awoke and yawned. She peered blearily around, not really recalling the sleepy plan to sleep on the stairs because stairs could lead to heaven. "Deedee?" Sharon warbled.

Not getting an answer, she pouted, lower lip sticking out as she noticed she was completely alone. This entirely completed the picture of a disaster, since there were still gummi worms in her hair, sugar dusting her back, and cracker crumbs on her socks.

Standing up, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on the sugar still coating it, then began wandering down the stairs. Up was less fun.

Coming up with a brilliant plan, Sharon sat back down and began sliding down, one stair at a time.

Within a few steps, she was giggling with glee.

Outside the Dorms, 6:15PM FST

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Archie doesn't feel like walking down to the park today, but he does want to play with his toy boats. He's spent most of the day sitting out in the grass in front of the dorms with a spade and a bucket, carefully digging himself a little pond.

Pond digging, as he's come to discover, is hard work, and only after four hours of very concentrated work has he managed to get the pond to be about four inches deep and three feet around. But an empty pond isn't any good, so he's been toddling back and forth with his bucket, trying to fill it. The faucet took some work to figure out, and the bucket is rather large for him, so half the water has ended up all over his clothes.

There is one not-so-minor problem as well. No matter how much water Archie pours into his little boat pond, it just keeps draining out into the soil. And now he's tired, wet, and slightly muddy, not to mention becoming quite cranky as well. The remote-control sailboat and little wooden yacht are lying right here on the grass, and he just wants to play with them, but he can't!

He plunks down by the edge of the would-be pond and puts his chin in his hands, deep in thought as to how to solve this little dilemma.

[OOC: For certain events that will be taking place, but feel free to come by and ask what he's doing.]

Fourth Floor Common Room: Sunday Afternoon

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After a full morning of *handwavey* weetiny activity and an afternoon nap, Lana decided to go sit on the comfy couches in the big room at the end of the hall and see if there was anything interesting on the TV.

She collected Bear and dragged her pillow down the hall with her so she could curl up on the couch. She pressed the big button on the 'mote and managed to find a funny kid's movie to watch. She sat and the couch snuggling Bear and giggled away.

[OOC: Anyone's free to come play with little Lana or watch TV.]

3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

[chasingangela]

Angela was a girl with a plan.

She had two boxes of chocolate cupcake mix, a half-full bag of chocolate chips to make the cupcakes even chocolatier, and tubs of pink icing and sprinkles to make them the prettiest cupcakes ever.

Giggling, she opened one of the boxes of cupcake mix and poured it into the biggest bowl she could find in the common room kitchen. She was very careful and spilled no more than a quarter of it on the table.

Friends would be welcome to help.

5th floor common room - Sunday evening (After various weddings)

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi has changed into her new Bitterwoman Pajammy Jams. But before she can go sleepy time, she needs to have dinner.

So she's making foodstuffs.

She's baking rolls and cooking up Swedish Meatballs.

Hmmmmmmm... Meatballs.

First Floor Lobby [Sunday evening]

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Rory was in the lobby with as many pillowcases as she could find, and was wearing her bestest party dress. It was BLUE. She had pink tights on, too, and pretty yellow ribbons in her hair.

She was attempting to fasten a pillowcase to her head with bobbypins. Because all brides need a veil.

A sign that she had carefully made and stuck up as high as she could reach - so yes, about three feet up - on the wall read, GET MAREED HEEERE.

Vladdie was bouncing around, so VERY excited. Weetiny people! Eeee!

She had also raided her own stash of goodies, and there was a cake made of Hostess products piled up. It would have to do.

[ooc: Because seriously, how many little kids would love to play pretend wedding? And yes, I'm OCD threading this. Hang on okay, we're good, omg!]

4th Floor Hallway - Sunday Afternoon

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Mac is bored, bored and six years-old do not mix well. She's picked out the brightest coloured pens she can find, shiny things and lots of paper and has taken up residence in the fourth floor hallway.

Colouring on the paper doesn't seem to have kept her attention for very long, so she's now busy making highlighter streaks in her hair. It just seems very, very right.

[ooc: amateur dye job anyone?]