Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn sat on the floor in front of the television with a large bowl of Cocoa Krispies, watching cartoons.

After the weirdness of yesterday, she needed some comfort.


[ooc: Open to all!]

Fifth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

After sleeping well in and waking up in a room with a monkey, Hamlet decided that his usual mode of behavior, sitting and brooding in his room, might not be the best thing for him to do, today.

So he headed into the common room to brood, instead.

Here, at least, he could brood while eating cinnamon ice cream. Which he'd never realized before that he really liked. Maybe it had something to do with being in the wrong body.

[ooc: open and posted in the right place, this time]

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had had a very quiet day after basketball practice, so in an effort to fix that he took a stack of DVDs, a ton of microwave popcorn, and even a tray of cupcakes, and headed out to the common room.

He popped in an Eddie Izzard show and settled back to watch. Hearing about Noah on a speedboat in the Sea of Galilee wasn't exactly giving him a solid foundation in Thirteenth Colony religions, but hey.

Dorm hallways, Sunday evening

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow Nadia had a lot on her mind. The gremlin bite that had changed her body and affected her memory hadn't worn off yet, plus in spite of her successful work yesterday with singing and special brownies she felt certain the school still had emo in it.

She had to fix that.

Now, granted, this particular method was more of a World Cup related thing, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Which was why Nadia was currently going through the halls of the dorms while naked.

Well... almost naked. She had a flag.

Willow, of course, owned no flags so Nadia had to make do by borrowing a white towel from Willow's room and dying it to match the colors of the Argentinian flag.

Okay, there was no dye in Willow's room either but Willow's highlighters sure came in handy.

Currently the flag was wrapped around her like the towel that it was.

Currently.

[ooc: open for any wandering the hallways! feel free to react to the running, nekkid redhead, Willow's mun is off doing other things. May as well, before her character kills her]

The grounds outside, Sunday evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

Reading dark poetry in a room with a monkey? Didn't quite cut it. And the roof seemed remarkably crowded these days. So after having a conversation with Nadia-in-Willow's-body, Hamlet-in-Nadia's-body headed outside with a flashlight and the book he'd borrowed from Cally. After some debate, he climbed a tree and dangled one still-bare foot off the branch as he perched, flashlight in his teeth, and started reading.

[ooc: mostly for cyclopeanmerc, but open to bothering, nonetheless.]