Fourth Floor Common Room; Late Monday Night.

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Sakurazaki, feeling a little restless and still a bit hungry, had drifted down to the common room, where she sprawled out a bit on the couch, a bowl of grapes sitting beside her on the floor, with an old black-and-white samurai flick playing on the television with the volume turned down. She's pretty comfy in her pajamas, hair down after a nice hot shower after handwavey training. Occatioanlly popping a few grapes into her mouth, her attention was more focused on the item in her hands than the television, the knit cap that Jude had made for her. Studying the workmanship, examining the way the stitches work, but mostly just grinning a lot. Because Jude had made it especially for her. Not even as an afterthought, as was indicated by the very prominant but offkilter S. She couldn't think of a single time where anyone else had ever done something like this before. And with all the had been troubling her lately....The more she considered it, the more it started to really mean a lot to her. And the more she started to realize how lucky she was.

Chuckling a little at herself, Sakurazaki gives a happy little sigh, tugs the hat into place on her head, and resituates herself to direct her attention to the movie. It was late; not like anyone was going to come in and notice. And, if they did, so what? It was a gift to her from someone she cared deeply about...and who cared deeply for her. It was like a badge of honour or something. At least, it was in the wee hours of the night.

[[open like your fly during a big speech]]

Fourth Floor Common Room//Tuesday Morning

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As happy as Seras was that Pippi had been kind enough to buy her a cell phone as a pre-birthday/Christmas present, she'd be a lot happier if she could figure out why Edgar, her errant cellular, did half of the stuff he it did.

Things like waking her up at 5:30 in the morning by playing 'Rock the Casbar'. After she'd spent a late night at Caritas hanging out with Nadia.

Still, the early rising had given her a chance to handwavily run into town and pick up croissants and danishes for anyone who cared to join her. So, maybe Edgar knew what he was doing, after all.

Seras had them set up on the table along with some fresh fruit and was now curled up on the couch with a newspaper. This, however, she hadn't bought in town. She'd found it outside her room's door.

Before coming to Fandom, Seras had taken out a subscription to the London Times, and it seems that it had finally caught up with her. Reading 1993's news in 2006 might seem odd to some, but Seras had completely missed the ten or so years in between, and at the moment she was absorbed with news from home.

[OOC: Open!]

Gym - Tuesday afternoon

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Molly had gotten sidetracked on Saturday, what with being someone else and all, and didn't even know if there had been a cheer practice or not. She also didn't know if she would make it to the one that should be scheduled for tomorrow. What she did know was that the next basketball game was on Saturday and she still hadn't made it to a cheer practice lately, even though she'd wanted to.

That was why Molly went to the gym today, to go through the routines and hope she didn't forgetting anything.

[[OOC: Not a scheduled cheer practice. Gym open to all.]]

The roof, Tuesday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had handwavily found out that apparently they'd never gotten around to processing her unenrollment, had gotten the keys to room 507 back, and moved all her things back into the room.

Now she was sitting crosslegged on the roof, staring out over the town, and once again ruminating about time differences and the unfairness of it all.

Furrball lay curled in her lap, having not been willing to leave her alone when she'd returned, and she scritched between his ears absently as she thought.

It was slowly occurring to her that she might actually have to talk to someone about some of the things she'd done in Argentina. And that there was two people in particular she could think of who might be able to help her deal with it all.

She was just pretty sure she didn't want to deal with an "I told you so" from either of them.

[ooc: so very much open.]

The Roof, Tuesday Night

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Walter had the proper supplies for a proper brood - cigarettes, something dubious in a thermos, and a mood. He checked to ensure he wasn't interrupting anyone else's emo and went to sit down on the edge of the roof.

On the plus side, he could see properly again. On the minus side, he was really just dreadful at working out his personal life.

[ooc: Welcome to the roof o'emo house of fun.]

Email, Tuesday Evening

[absolutesnark]

To: All (minus Veronica Mars)
From: Piper Halliwell
Subject: Birthday Party

This past Sunday was Veronica Mars' 19th birthday. Because she was away, a surprise party is being held for her this Thursday at Caritas. It's going to be open a half hour early so anyone attending can arrive before she shows up.

Everyone's invited, so stop by! There will be lots of baked goods.

- Piper

Salle, Late Tuesday Afternoon

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Pip opened the door and picked out two bo staffs, tossing one to Nadia. "You know, I don't think I've actually been in here."

_{[[Pip and Nadia sparring is alright for broadcast. Their conversation following it is not.]]}

2nd Floor Common Room: Evening

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Jamie has taken over the second floor common room. He is wearing his crown from Dada class proudly and most importantly has control over the remote for the TV.

The show he is watching is Dirty Jobs. Which isn't porn or dirty. Well it's dirty... just not "OMGDIRTY!"

Any one who tries to change the channel is most likely to be smited by the Dada King.

You've been warned.

[OOC: Open. Duh.]

The gym, late Tuesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia headed straight from the roof to the gym and grabbed a bo staff. She warmed up quickly, trying to focus on her breathing and not the prickly feeling behind her eyes. She closed her eyes, memories lunging out at her from the back of her mind.

( cut for length )

She realized she was screaming when she ran out of breath. She took a step back from the dummy she was beating the crap out of with her staff.

If it'd been human, it'd be dead by now.

Crap.

She dropped her staff and fell to her knees, struggling to catch her breath.

It was probably better Walter had broken it off.

She wasn't exactly safe.

[ooc: open, should you want to know wtf re: the screaming.]