Fourth Floor Common Room// Saturday Morning

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras moved around the common room's kitchen, singing under her breath as she set about cracking eggs, frying sausages, slicing tomatoes and mushrooms, and doing all the other things that went into preparing a full english breakfast.

Don't be cool vibration...Revlofantasy...

It was some song that Edgar had begun to play at an ungodly hour, waking her up this morning. The tune was familiar, but Seras couldn't, for the life of her, remember where she'd heard it before.

Oh no harbor won't you buy valley show

Take me want to talking revolution

Lyrics kept popping into her head, though. They made no bloody sense, whatsoever, but Seras sang them, anyhow.

Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo doo
Shooby dooby doo shooby dooby doo doo

She sang the 'shooby dooby doos' a little louder than the rest. They were her favourite part, really.

[OOC:Open! Warning, the fist link contains possibly NWS material, such as zombies, blood, and other Hellsing-type stuff.]

The roof, Saturday afternoon

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude was building something. He was determined to show Se . . . people that he wasn't just a clumsy screw-up. He was good at stuff, too. He had a shelf of trophies at home, he really did. Just what he was good at usually required a mall, a half-pipe, or a flat straight-away to really get impressive.

He was building the next best thing.

[[Full of openy goodness, yis.]]

Dorms lobby - Saturday after the basketball game

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

'Axel' had managed to find Organization jackets. They were Demyx's but at this point Axel wasn't going to argue. What mattered was that he wasn't in that cheerleader uniform anymore. Whenever he looked in the mirror, he saw red hair and green eyes that were his own - which was obviously not true to anyone else who looked at him.

He wondered if he'd find Demyx here, since he'd had to search out the other Nobody's room in order to change. So 'Axel' hung around the lobby, waiting to see if anybody he knew would come through those doors.


((ooc: Open like an open thing for anyone who wants to run into Axel!Demyx.))

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally led Nadia up, after fetching some aspirin and a couple cartons of ice cream, and deposited her on a couch with one of the cartons, a spoon, and the aspirin.

"Ta-da," she said. "Seriously, how could life get any better, huh? I mean, other than a foot massage. Which I guess if you really want you could convince me."

[ooc: Open to all! But this is an EMO FREE room. We will throw glitter and ice cream at you, if necessary. Possibly glitter covered ice cream. Or ice cream covered glitter.]