Fourth Floor Common Room, very late, Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki still can't sleep in that room. Pajama-clad and toting a pillow and a blanket, she tries to relocate herself to the common room. Sleeping on her stomach on the couch won't be comfortable, but, dammit, it was better than trying to sleep in there.

Still, even with the relocating, even with how damn tired she was, the moment she starts drifting off to sleep, she can only hear Ranma-chan's voice in her head. //"Thank you for being so nice to me today. You're the best friend I've ever had.."// She pushes herself up as she awakes with a small scream. What the hell?

Grumbling, she gives up. Propping the pillow up against the arm of the couch and curling up inside the blanket, Sakurazaki idly flips channels on the television. Maybe the soft glow of mind numbing entertainment will lull her to sleep untouched by these new memories.

[[open, but the mun may be prone to randomly crashing; she isn't exactly suffering from Sakurazaki's insomnia...yet]]

Fifth floor common room, after afternoon workshops

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sat curled up on the middle of the couch, watching a rerun of an older episode of AKA (the one where Perth finds out she's actually been sleeping with the evil twin of her best friend, because Frenchie doesn't like figgy pudding!) with her arms crossed on her knees and her chin resting on her forearms.

She'd gotten detention, and her roommate had apparently gone completely off his rocker. And it started out as such a good day, too.

[ooc: open, of course. Most especially if you happen to be doing a day of Dada. . . .]

Second Floor Common Room- Wednesday afternoon

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker doesn't have any workshops on Wednesday, so she's killing time reading Liz's book, watching reruns of Crime & Justice, and maybe, possibly, reading Pushkin in Russian. Shhh. Don't tell Liz.

Basement pool, late afternoon/early evening

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It" wasn't the pool, per se, but it was found in the changing room, more precisely, the shower bay.

All of Fishgrenade's hand gestures couldn't exactly convey the idea of "enough water to get all this figgy pudding off of me." Especially since he'd only decided that that was what "it" was after he'd allowed himself to be covered in figgy pudding.

He led Nadia into the shower bay and turned on several nozzles, standing under the water and grinning like a complete idiot.

Gym - after lunch

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

CD-player and mats were in place, as Buffy waited for the other cheerleaders to arrive. She was hoping Alec would be better today, the poor sick kitty. She kept glancing towards the bleachers like she was waiting for someone.

Once some/all the cheerleaders had arrived, she got up.

"Next Saturday is the first Gremlins game!" Buffy announced, beaming. "So we have to start practicing really, really hard!"



wait for ocd omg!
OCD Up!
Cheerleaders - plz post your presence in the Chat thread first.
Audience - yes, you may heckle, but keep in mind who you're heckling.

Gym, just before Cheerleader practice.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim was wrestling a brick. And losing. He maintained he was holding back becaue he didn't want to cut into the cheerleader's time.

The Roof, Wednesday Evening

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma would sit down, but he's worried he'll fall asleep. He vowed not to and he'll be damned to break it. He paces around the roof mindlessly. He might do it all night. Anything to keep himself from sleeping. He's not paying attention to what's going on at all. He's pretty darn exhausted.

((ooc: open to anyone))

Gym: Wednesday Morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Not his usual territory, but Jack's in the gym, poking at the equipment. He's oddly attracted to the practice swords, but he's not dumb enough to try using one when he doesn't know how.

He's not exercising, he's just hanging out, but that could change.

[ooc: Open for all your gym needs! Just FYI, Jack's actually waiting for someone, and I'm on SP like woah after a few hours.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Having slept all day, Sakurazaki is about the furthest thing from tired right now. She drifts over to the common room, partially to check to see if there was any damage from the late-night scuffle with Ranma, but mostly to cover her tracks. She's on her hands and knees, skimming through the carpet with her hand, drifting in between the hallway and the common room, obviously looking for something. Sure, by now, it would be all dried out and shrivled, probably unrecognizable, but she's not going to take any chances. A ninja should never take chances. She has to find those contact lenses.

[[it's a common room; come on in]]