The gym, Monday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's not up too early today, at least not by her standards, and that means she has to do something to feel productive. Therefore it's the gym, but she stays away from the bag, instead heading to do a circuit on the machines. Maybe two, she'll see how it goes.

[Oooooopen.]

Fifth floor common room, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room with the book of Poe open on her face. So waking up from having spent the weekend very firmly believing that she was actually Hamlet involved waking up to be staring at a very large and rather unfocused illustration of a demonic raven . . . and then falling off the couch.

Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.

She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.

[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]

Dorm Hallways/Eventually Sixth Floor [Monday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge was bored. And so he'd thrown a bunch of stuff that might be useful on an expedition into his knapsack, and is currently wandering the hallways in search of people to go with him on an adventure up to the sixth floor.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are!]

Third floor commoon room, Monday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter was bored. He had a deck of cards. He decided that he was going to build a house of cards in the common room.

It wasn't going so well. He couldn't get above the first level of the house without collapsing portions of it. Maybe he could do the cheat with cutting notches. Or using glue...

"I wasn't meant to be in construction, that's obvious," he muttered to himself.

The Roof; Late Monday Evening.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Walking around town hadn't worked, so Sakurazaki figured the only thing to do was to just give into her need to do some heavy-duty brooding and thinking. And, of course, the best place to do that was the roof. So she sat, legs tucked up close to her, watching the evening turn into night.

Wishes. Of course, Sakurazaki had one. But it seemed far too impossible.

Every meeting happens for a reason....

How much of that could she trust to believe?



[[ emo on the rooftop? Surely, you jest! open! ]]