Seahorse living room, late Sunday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's in the living room, on the sofa. Just sitting there. Note that the sign has not been taken down. Even if it has Cedric's little person on it.

If you try to move her, you might have to move the couch, too.


[Open, specially to Seahorsies.]

Squirrel Campfire - Sunday Morning

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is lounging by the unlit fire ring for what is probably the last time this year.

Perhaps later she'll go down into town for brunch or something.

Right now she was just enjoying being out in the woods singing softly to herself.

( It's been stuck in her head since yesterday... )

Meerkat Campfire, Late morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After an early morning trip to JGoB to pick up a few boxes of doughnuts, Isabel took a seat next to the Meerkat campfire and sipped her coffee, still snickering when she thought of the radio broadcast.

[ooc: Open to all.]

First floor lobby, late Sunday afternoon into evening

[can_be_more]

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. Printhethes Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.


[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

Dorm Gym, Late Sunday Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Practice makes perfect, so Cally was actually putting effort into this whole 'being able to defend herself' thing. After her visit to the second floor common room, and moving some stuff up to her new room on the fifth floor, she changed into a tanktop and shorts, and came down to the gym in attempts to give the punching bag a good solid thrashing.

In honest terms, it was more of a half-decent thumping. Nothing to the level of violence that could condone the use of the word 'thrashing'. She was trying her best, at least. And she was managing to not hurt herself, which is probably the best thing to say about it.

[ooc: Open. Verily.]

Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes for Dawn. Making the batter had been relatively easy, but trying to come up with funny shapes was proving a little more difficult. He tried to do a car but it came out looking more like a deformed amoeba. He had better look with the teddy bear -- one large circle with two smaller ones for ears and that was the first one he presented to his girl friend, along with sides of bacon and eggs.

"This okay?" he asked, still in full grovelling mode.


[ooc: for Dawn but open for all your cr needs though can't promise breakfast will be included. ;)]

2nd floor common room, afternoon

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

This week was just weird. So Cameron had gathered all the needed ingredients and headed back to the dorms to use the kitchen in the 2nd floor common room to make brownies. It couldn't be that much harder from chocolate cake, could it?

((Am unexpectedly getting dragged out of the house. AFK for a couple of hours, but I'll pick up as soon as I get home. Back.))

4th Common Room, Sunday Night

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma sits on the couch looking lost. More lost than usual. He and Setsuna weren't speaking to each other, though, that was fairly common and not nearly as devastating as usual. He was thinking about the word hopeless. Is it realy impossible to change. If so then he really was wasting his time here. He might as well just go back to Japan and go back to letting his dad boss him around like nothing had ever happened.

He moves to laying down across the couch, trying to make his body as low as he felt. He wanted to melt into the couch and never come back. He had said to Setsuna that "life was mostly meaningless" and you had to "give it meaning". He felt like he had never created one for himself in the first place. Is it worth fighting the tide so hard just to always lose? Nothing he did seemed to make any difference. He could hardly even smile when Mizu pounced on his bed today.

He'd left the room almost just to escape the puppy's cheery disposition. He never wished he was back in Japan so badly before. Here seemed better than anything that could happen there but today he felt smashed under the weight of his converaation with Setsuna. He'd had a pretty odd day, that had kept his mind of it until now, but now he didn't have anything left the distract him. Only the TV. Which he wasn't even watching at the moment.

((open as all common rooms are))