Third Floor Common Room, Sunday brunch-ish

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Omelette time. After a week with Cafe Fina closed, Walter was willing to wait on other people again. At least after a fashion. In this case it meant that he had the appropriate setup for omelettes of almost any variety, a happy hellpuppy underfoot, and a good mood.

He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and found something on the History Channel that wasn't about WWII or war at all for a change. Hurrah for Leonardo da Vinci for distracting the History Channel execs from war for a little while.

[ooc: Open for all, of course.]

The gym, Sunday after cheerleading

[can_be_more]

As soon as the cheerleading practice is over, Aeryn's in the gym, cursing pretty much all of them silently just for being there. She goes straight to the bag, not worrying too much about gloves and figuring yesterday will have kept most people away from the gym. She's okay with that.


[Open, la.]

Gym - Sunday Afternoon - Cheerleading Practice

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

Marie arrived at the gym early, toting her pom-poms and ready for practice.

She was also carrying what appeared to be a length of PVC pipe, which was decorated with blue and gold glitter and streamers and resting on a blue pillow with gold fringe.

It was time for the Fandom High cheerleaders to have a spirit stick.



[ooc: please wait for ocd up, yay. also? I totally watched Bring It On the other day for research. please do not have your character drop the spirit stick without talking to me though. I have plans.]

The Roof -- Sunday Afternoon

[sensethevisions]

After cheerleading practice, Phoebe had slipped quietly out of the gym and had decided to go up to the roof. She usually found a lot of solace there and she could sometimes think things out up there.

She sat in one corner of the roof with her back against the bricks and stared out over Fandom in silence. There were a lot of questions in her mind and too few answers to satisfy her.




[[OOC: Open for interaction with two caveats. Thread with Piper is locked to her. I will be on slow play as I keep needing to go AFK to get things done.]]

Third Floor Common Room Sunday Evening: Movie Night

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

The popcorn was made, drinks were in the fridge, and the stack of tapes was by the VCR. Let the first of possibly many movie nights begin.

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

His roommate was hosting a movie night in their floor's common room, but Conner was in the mood for some soccer. He'd missed all of yesterday's televised World Cup games thanks to detention, which he considered nothing short of a crime, but he wasn't going to miss any more today if he could help it. Well, he'd missed all the live World Cup coverage for the day, but there was a D.C. United vs. Los Angeles Galaxy game on tonight and that was better than no soccer at all.

So he headed down to shamelessly hijack the second floor common room, laptop and USB mini-aquarium in hand. Kira's CD that he'd picked up at Empire Records today was in the DVD drive of the laptop, and he turned that on low as he waited for Fox Sports West (yay for having every channel in existence) to get past the commercial break and start with the broadcast already.

With the USB mini-aquarium bubbling away beside him, he put his feet up on the table and waited impatiently.

Outside the dorms, Sunday evening

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel had promised Greg she'd spend the day resting. So she did just that. After an afternoon of napping, and then changing the bandages on her neck, she brought her book and blanket to the grass outside the dorms to enjoy the last bit of the day.

[Open to all!]

Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

The third floor was hosting a movie night tonight, according to the posters, but Nadia didn't have the energy for snarking at a movie in a crowd of people, so she curled up on the couch on the fifth floor instead with the coffee and soup Walter had brought her and a book.

What language did she love in?

[ooc: open]

Roof, Sunday night

[demonbelthazor]

Feeling somewhat restless, Bel headed up to the roof for a cigarette. Maybe that would clear his mind and get him to relax.


[ooc: thread with Piper is locked to her, otherwise open for interaction, natch.]

Stairwell 2nd floor

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

So someone might be thinking ahead of himself as he's pretty sure come tomorrow this will be asked to him ad nauseam and someone somewhere is going to have an issue with it. Anyone going up and down one of the stairswell find a note stuck to the wall.

( Note under cut omg )

Transcript: Yes, Molly and I are together.
Deal with it.
-Cam

The Roof, Late Sunday Evening

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma gets up to the roof after working with learning to use his computer all day. He's trying to keep his mind off Setsuna. Oh how it doesn't work. He stands on the roofs edge and walks the perimeter like a balence beam. He has no concern of falling at all. He just walks slowly around the long outline of the building.

Setsuna... Why did it hurt him so much to see her with Jude? Even all the way back at camp, he couldn't stand seeing them together. He stoped himself from just punching Jude's lights out only because Setsuna would be mad. She seemed to like Jude being with her. When he was near her she was always smiling. ANd that just served as a nice knife twist in his side. When she was with him she usually was... mad. It hurts him to admitt to himself that that's 50 percent of their time together. Why couldn't things work out? Who's fault was it anyways that they were almost constantly at arms?

He bites at the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. Maybe it was for the best for her if he just kept this "leaving you alone" thing up and just avoided her. She'd be happy with Jude probably. But he didn't want to give her up. Even this two days have been wearing on him. He can't seem to think of much else. In fact, hardly anything at all passed through his mind without connecting itself to her.

He held his head. God does he hate thinking about this stuff. He's a man of action damnit. This is really a killer of a situation. He's sick of sitting around. He could break through brick house with this sort of frusteration. He continues to walk though. Patience. That's the key.

He lookis up at the clouded sky just in time to get lightly showered in the face by the impending rainclouds of Monday. He doesn't notice his hair change to red and his clothes changing their fit just a little, he only feels annoyed that he's wet. Another uneventful day. He doens't know how much more he can take.