Gym - Early Morning Thursday.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was certainly not making sure he was out of the room before his roommate woke up, no. He always gets up this early.

He stumbled into the gym wearing his tunic and leggings and found a rattan practice sword in one of the cupboards. No shield or partner, but he could practice as well by himself.

After stretching out completely, he moved onto some of the mats and started working through old footwork drills.


OOC: Open for all your gym-going needs.

2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[janet_fraiser]

Janet found herself inexcplicably unable to sleep in, and so was watching a Z-Files marathon in the common room. Ooh. They were starting with first season. This was the episode with that kidney-eating mutant, Edward Brooms. What was the title again? Squish, maybe?

OOC: Open to all.

Thursday Morning, Fifth Floor Common Room

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was sitting in the fifth floor common room flipping through channels on the television idly. Caritas last night had helped her mood a little bit, but she still had a lot on her mind. Between Camulus having left the reason he had, and trying to decide how to break the truth to Grams about Cole, she wasn't feeling very restful.

Currently, she was reclining on the couch and watching some science fiction movie that she didn't think she had ever seen before.




[[OOC: Open for all of your shiny fifth floor common room needs]]

3rd, 2nd and 1st floor and outside, Thursday Noon

[chasingangela]

Laden with a duffle bag and a backpack, Angela felt like she was moving everything she owned as she prepared to head to the airport. Or, more accurately, she was carrying half of what she owned and making Marty carry the other half.

Not quite idly, she wondered if she should add a sweater. Or another pair of pajamas. And maybe she should have bought a third swimsuit.

Of course, she wasn't obsessing over packing because she didn't want to think about how much she would miss everyone at school. Nope. Not at all.

The thought made her sigh, so she crammed one more book into her duffle and surveyed the current pile of luggage, then began to idly pace the lobby, waiting for the rickshaw cab.


[OOC: Say bye to Angela and Marty here, if you wish. I'm around until 11 EST and then back about 2:30. Also, consider phone messages telling their friends when they were leaving handwaved into existence.]

Outside the dorms; mid-morning

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki was not used to being this idle. Someone should not be able to finish Shogun in one morning. But she had done it, and now she was wandering the grounds out of pure desperation for something to do. She needed to train, but Yuunagi was far, far over the sea. She was hoping to find a big stick that would suffice.

Luckily, she did. She briefly considered taking it off school ground to practice in the park (what were the regulations on a makeshift sort of natural weapon used only for training on the grounds?), but she figured she had nothing better to do, and any trouble she might possibly get into would at least give her something to do. What a quiet morning.

Back to the eastern sun, Sakurazaki sets her stance, lifts her stick, and slices it down through the air in short, precise strikes. Lift, strike, back, repeat. Lift, strike, back, repeat.....

[[ooc: open, of course, to anyone. just watch out for the occational chip of bark flying off from the stick]]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer had slept in the common room. Partially because he just happened to pass out watching the magic box TV thing, but partially because he was terrified of the person who he shared his room with.

So, after a visit to the bathroom, marvelling at indoor plumbing for a good twenty minutes, and a shower, Joxer was back in the common room. The TV was showing some early morning Abaranger reruns.

[ooc: Open for interaction? Please?]

2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

[fh_jackass]

Logan was in the kitchen. Cooking. Because when you were in a kitchen, working with a blender, you could call it cooking. Even if the result was more beverage-y than food-y. It was practically summer, anyway. Perfect time for a cold iced drink. With tequila.

The television was playing "Annie".

Somewhere on the fourth floor

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter was wandering around the hallways. In just a towel. Before he got into the shower he was sure he knew his room number. But after singing all of the Grease soundtrack it seems to have slipped his mind. "Hahaha. Grease. Slipped." he says, laughing at his own pun.

He didn't seem to mind at all that he was half naked in public. Then again, Peter didn't have any qualms over public nudity.

The gym, Thursday night

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's making it a point to get to the gym more often, and she has to admit she's curious about who of the new people might show up. She wanders down, and puts on her gloves in order to wrongfully punish the punching bag.


[Open. Cuz I'm insane like that.]

Outside the Dorms, Early Thursday evening

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick - carrying a few bags - and Lockheed - sitting on Tick's shoulder - were ready to head off.

"It's about that time, Lockheed. Soon you'll be back at a place that's close enough to your home. But you have to promise to write," he said.

Lockheed nodded. He wasn't ready to leave just yet, though. "I know," Tick said, "you still have some goodbyes to say."

Lockheed flew over to the fish tank. Tick turned to the fish and said, "Phil, Whoremodder, Abraham, Simpson, Tony, Bernice, Nancy, Kyle, Prosper, Wilbur, and Murray? Lockheed has something he'd like to say to you." Lockheed then looked as if he might be conversing with the fish for a couple minutes.

[OOC: For one person in particular, but if you'd really like to say goodbye to the wee dragon, now's the time. Bye, bye my favoritest NPC ever!]

5th floor common room, noonish

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy had found the little kitchenette attached to the common room. There were lots of cereals there, but there was also flour, milk and eggs...

Oooh, pancakes! thought Buffy, and rummaged through the cabinets for a bowl and a frying pan.

She wasn't a paticularly good cook, but pancakes should be easy, right?

She could totally do it.

She stared at the flour. "I can do this. Yup. Um."


((ooc: getchor breakfast here!))

Fifth Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

After spending the day unpacking more boxes that she had handwavily received from her parents, Marie decided to be social and headed out to the fifth floor common room.

She settled on the couch and flipped on the TV, looking for something interesting to watch. She found Tinseltown Diaries which appeared to be one of those tabloid talk shows. Her momma always watched those and Marie had a secret weakness for them.



[open to interaction!]

Outside the Dorms, Very Early Thursday Morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It was barely raining, crisp and cool and clean, but Jack needed to run.

Running was simple. Step, step, pull of tendon and muscle, rasp of breath, and how long had it been since he'd done this? His brain insisted the day before the day before yesterday, his body was muttering, excuse me, since when do you run?

He ignored them both until he was gasping for breath, barely managing to make it back to the dorms before he collapsed, sprawling spreadeagled on the lawn. The rain had stopped and the sun was coming up.

As he stared into the sky, he decided there was something fundamentally wrong about seeing sunrise from this side.

[OOC: Jack is completely Open to anyone who might happen to be around at this ZOMG ridiculous hour.]

the roof, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After spending the day both sleeping and being moderately social (not at the same time, not that she was jealous of her roommate for being able to do a bunch of things at the same time like that, nope, not at all), Nadia headed up to the roof. It was too wet to try practicing her guitar, but she had a few brownies left over from the last stash she'd grabbed from Empire, so she sat up on the edge of the roof, dangling her feet over, munching away, and just generally pondering life.

What a good week.

[ooc: Too lazy to make it a link drop or anything. Open to interaction with anyone who doesn't mind getting rained on on the roof of not-currently-emo]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Having scoped out the common room that morning, Dean headed down to it after supper.

Raiding the small kitchen attached, when Dean finally made it to the couch in front of the tv, he had a couple of sodas and a big bowl of popcorn. Sitting down, he grabbed the tv remote and flipped until he found some old B monster movie. He grinned and settled in for the evening.

Food, drink and bad movies. Not much more a guy needed to enjoy an evening.




[ooc: open for interaction]

First floor lobby, Thursday evening

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John dragged his video game console out to the bigass lobby TV and hooked it up for mayhem. Since he hasn't been able to get to the gun range as much as he'd like, he's bringing the gun range to him.

With the latest Car Larceny Ring game, which is just the coolest. Up to 4 people running around, shooting Covenant stuff and stealing Warthogs cars.

Oh, look! There's 3 open controllers!

Starting on the second floor, 2:00 AM Friday morning

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Name tags? Check. Sharpies? Check. Being up late while insane? Definitely check.

Peter looked down the darkened hall. "Remember, just the name tags. No breaking into their rooms and writing on their foreheads. Let's go."

Peter slipped a nametag and Sharpie under the first door on his right. It had begun.

[OOC: Theoretically locked to threeweapons, at least to start. See here for OOC info.]