Gym,Wednesday Before Workshops

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler was actually smiling as he started on a circuit of the weight-training machines. Well, almost smiling. The corners of his lips were twitched distinctly upwards.

He did a set of bicep curls, then paused to stretch his muscles.

[OOC: Open, of course.]

First Floor Lobby, Wednesday Afternoon (After Workshops)

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner had a folded piece of paper in hand and a distracted, thoughtful expression on his face as he hung around in the first floor lobby to wait for Marie, occasionally peering into the fishtank. He also might've had a bit of a sunburn, which didn't stop him from cheerfully whistling a tune that in no way, shape, or form even remotely sounded like the Abaranger theme song to himself and dribbling his soccer ball.

He was in no way at all qualified to do what he was about to do, but he'd promised.

[OOC: Conner's here for touchablemarie, but feel free to bump into him before then, and it is, after all, everyone's lobby to use.]

The roof, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lay on the edge of the roof on a towel with one of the books from the library open in front of her. She knew from her conversation with Alfred that she wasn't likely to find any details about Walter's mission itself in the books, but at least she could get an idea of the area he was getting into. And maybe a better idea of where he came from, in general.

The ideas she was getting weren't pretty. But then, she'd learned early on that a lot of things in life weren't.

Distractions would, of course, be entirely welcome.

Fifth Floor Common Room, Afternoon

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip is feeling decidedly better. Not good enough to go to class just yet, but decidedly better.


Definintely better enough to watch the France/Portugal game in the common room. He kicked his feet up on the table and sipped at his tea as he rooted on Zinedine Zidane.

_{[[OOC: Room's open, of course.]]}

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was hanging upside off one of the couches, reading. The television was showing reruns of CFD in the background, but Dawn wasn't really paying attention--the TMI-cam grossed her out.

[ooc: Open to all!]