Room421/Roof, Late Wednesday night

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma is trying to sleep. Trying. Yes. Mizu was being a pain. The rain was a bother for taking him out too. The beagle has been whining for an hour and he's tried everything. He's taken him outside twice, got him fresh water, played fetch, pet him, let him lay on his bed. Nothing is working. He keeps barking and running about the room. Ranma's getting sick of the cumbersome umbrella so he decides to go without and take a hot shower when he gets back inside.

He's too lazy to go all the was to the ground floor so he hooks Mizu's leash on and the two head for the roof. He transforms after only a minute in the rain and sighs. He unhooks Mizu, who appears to have a wonderful time splashing through his namesake. Ranma on the other hand, sits cross-legged on the edge of the building and rings some wetness from his red hair.

((OOC: Mostly for Setsuna but entirely open to anyone who want to come out in the rain late.))

Thursday Morning, 3rd Floor Common Room

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler was up early, or maybe he hadn't slept at all. Bob had come back during the night and stood at attention near the door of 311, ignoring Tyler's requests that he leave as thoroughly as he had when he first joined Project Mayhem.

In the morning light, he followed Tyler into the common room. Tyler made a huge pot of coffee while Bob tuned the television to the most violent cartoon being broadcast -- something called Arachnid Girl Who is Hispanic.

Nursing his coffee, Tyler settled in to watch, the ghost taking an awkward seat and grinning from a space on the floor.

The Gym; Thursday Afternoon, post-workshops.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki has grabbed a practise sword, but it's mostly for just idly spinning and swinging and thrusting as she takes a seat on the bleachers, camcorder in one hand and eye glued to the little display screen the whole time. She probably should do some excersizes while she waited, but she was reviewing the footage she had recieved earlier that day from Walter. Because, really, it was absolutely fascinating to watch.

[[sakurazaki's here for pippi (*sigh, sp eventually 'cause of impending work doom in a few hours*), but the gym be open ^_^]]

Fifth floor common room, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was sitting upside down on the couch, watching some weird show called Paul in the Past.

The main character looked remarkably familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

Which was distracting her nicely from pondering ghosts and mutants and why she still hadn't had a useful dream or anything to help out.

[ooc: open!]

The Gym, Thursday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked down to the gym and was surprised to see it empty. "There's a first time for everything. Okay, what to do, what to do..."

He needed something more active than stretching and the untaken punching bag was looking very appealing. He glanced down at his cast and made a decision. "Okay, one handed kickboxing against the nefarious Count Punching Bag it is." Peter started hitting the bag quietly...

... for about two minutes. Then he launched into a series of taunts about the punching bag's mother. He really couldn't shut up while fighting.

Outside the dorms: Late Thursday Night

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana couldn't stand being trapped inside with Whitney another moment longer. She made her way outside and wandered about around the campus, figuring that if she kept away from water and heights and sharp objects and stayed awake she'd be fairly safe. And maybe with other things to focus on she'd be able to ignore him for a while.


[OOC: Feel free to interrupt.]