Dorm Roof, Saturday morning

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

When Willow woke up she knew at once what she had to do and where she had to be. Also she knew that she was Nadia. Which was not so much true but at least it accurately represented her state of mind.

Which is why, after running some errands, she was now on the roof of the dorms with her backpack and a pastry box beside her.

This was also why she felt an urge to sing.

Now the thing with Willow is that 1) she couldn't sing and 2) she had no idea what songs Nadia sang while she was up on the roof doing her roof-singing thing.

Willow was nothing if not a girl who innately tried to do her best anyway.

( So she sang... )

"Nadia" nodded in satisfaction at what she felt was a roof-singing job well done, and sat and waited to see if anyone felt like joining her.

[open!]

5th Floor Common Room - Saturday morning

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is her perfectly normal, cheerful, SELF this morning. After breakfast, she and Demyx are going to use his path things to go to Disneyland and she's very excited about that. She just knows that nothing bad will happen to disrupt those plans like last time. Muahahaha

But breakfast is the most important meal of the day. So here she is, making more pancakes then the mind can comfortably conceive of.

[ooc: open. come break my brain.]]

2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

Common Rooms, Saturday

[chasingangela]

At some point during the afternoon, stacks of nametags appear, seemingly of their own volition, in every common room.

Perhaps whatever force caused the swaps put them out, in hopes they'll make things at least slightly less confusing.

[OOC: Forgot to put this up earlier, sorry. Handwave your character getting a nametag if you want.]

4th Common Room, Evening Saturday

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Demyx woke up today very lost. And guitarless. He laments this loss of guitar greatly and wonders for awhile who's puppy was in this room... and who's room it was for that matter. He went out the the common room, apparently this was the fourth floor. He sees the name tags and sticks his on, sorta wondering what it was for. He's not really concerned at the moment, he decided to sit and watch some TV and see if things made more sense later. Maybe someone could help him find his guitar.

((ooc: Open, be active in an hour))