School hallways, Wednesday morning before workshops

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Nadia was walking down the hall before workshops started, intent on finding Professor/Dean Tick and asking him about submissions for the art fair. She was considering putting in one of her pictures of Pip- as-a-gosling.

It had been so long since she'd heard anything odd about locker 327 that she didn't even think about trying to avoid it. It flew open as she passed, and a sudden wind knocked her on her butt and she went sliding in with little more than an "Eep!"

The locker slammed shut again, and the hallway was quiet.

[ooc: The mun is beaching it until Friday, so Nadia will get spit back out either Friday night or Saturday morning.]

First floor lobby [afternoon]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin? Had time on his hands.

Anakin? Had learned how to make paper starfighters.

This? Was a bad combination.

Sitting on the couch, he controlled seven of the paper missiles through the Force as they flew around the room.

Why yes, he was making little shooting noises as they chased each other. And the crash and burn sound, too.

He just didn't realize he was doing it.

Someone want to point it out?

[OOC: Open like a giant open thing.]

The Roof;Late *ahem* Wednesday Afternoon

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Damned back. It was driving Sakurazaki crazy again. The painful, distracting, insanity-inducing itching between her shoulders really didn't pick up until after she had practiced in the gym, really gaining a presence when she was putting her questionairres up around the dorms. She knew exactly why they were bothering her so much again, too. Seeing Bel waltzing around in demon form the yesterday made her wings just beg to come out. Forget the impractibility that they were really to big to even allow her to move through the hallways. Forget that she had nearly eleven years of built-up paranoia. They felt that it was highly unfair of her to keep them in when, obviously, here, it wouldn't have mattered.

She had intended to go into town, into the park, where she could work on her art fair project with her back against a tree, scratching the irration away with the bark. But the forecast didn't look good, and she didn't want to be stuck in town in the rain with some very damp posters. Instead, she stalked to the roof.

Did many people come up to the roof during this time of the day? In overcast weather? How well could people see the roof from the ground? These were all very good thoughts to consider, but the itching was just so incredible that Sakurazaki failed to properly focus on any of them. Screw it. It would only get worse as the day went on; she'd better take care of it now.

The pain was getting a little easier to deal with; with about a week since the last time she let her wings out, there was less resistance with her skin. She arches her back, rolling her shoulders and neck gently as they extend, shake, flex and flap slightly as they like to do once they're out.

She goes and sits by the edge of the roof, making sure that the wings stay behind her, just in case anyone down there could see. This way, she could probably easily take off if she heard someone else coming up. But, then again, maybe she really shouldn't care anymore.

Sakurazaki sits and thinks idly, wings flapping gently, while her subconscious tries to convince her to take a flight.

[[zomg, open wing post. XD Flew off. Still open for basic roof needs, strange bird sightings. :)]]

5th floor common room, Wednesday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River had discovered how to make popcorn, and she mad them in a lidless pan. This wasn't a mistake, as it wasn't as if she was stupid. It was just a lot more interesting that way.

Outside, convenient clearing in the nearby woods, late afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean found a convenient tree to sit under, and settled down, back against the trunk. He took a long drink of his Mountain Dew, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The headache he'd had since the end of karate this morning was still there. He thought at first it was just caffeine withdrawal; he'd had a grand total of half a cup of coffee in the last two days so it was possible. Hence, the Mountain Dew. It hadn't helped.

The dorms had suddenly seemed too small, too crowded and too stuffy so Dean had abandoned them and ended up out here in the woods. Which was...nice. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze and he could almost smell the impending rain in the air.

He'd be quite content if he could just get rid of this damned headache.

[OOC: NFB, locked to them that know who they are]

Gym, early morning

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

After waking up and realizing that she'd missed three whole days of practice, Buffy ran down to the gym to work out like woah. Said work out consisted of a lot of jumping and doing cartwheels inbetween yelling "GO GREMLINS!"


ooc: Gym is open!

Gym, Afternoon, Cheerleading practice

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

The big game is on Saturday.

Buffy is awake.

You bet your ass there'll be a practice!

Buffy is looking a little battered, but definitely cheerful. The CD-player is blasting Kung-Fu Fighting at max volume, and the mats have been pulled out. "Okay! Today we'll be practicing in trios! So I hope you're all here! It's very important that we get *nsync in sync before the game, so work hard, guys!"


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The Roof, Wednesday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel? Still in demon form.

Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.

Stressed, him? Nah.

So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.


[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]

Dorm Roof, Wednesday afternoon

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

After his Karate workshop, Pip found himself with a burning need for a cigarette. And since he had promised Molly that he wouldn't smoke in the common room any longer, here he was, out on the roof in his exercise clothes, smoking said cigarette.


_{[[Roof's open, but thread with Paige is only for Pip and Paige]]}

2nd Floor Common Room [Late Wednesday Night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge isn't all that tired, so he's out in the common room, idly flipping through channels, looking for anything that isn't a talk show. Or Dekaranger.