Fifth floor common room, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was far, far too cheerful for a Monday morning. She was bouncing around the common room's kitchen, cooking up empanadas and breakfast burritos and singing along to something she obviously didn't know the words to. She had survived the weekend and handwavily won a bet against her boyfriend (though, being the good sport she was, none of the food she was cooking had pre-added peppers). Hence the good mood.

See? She totally didn't spend all her time dwelling and being "morbidly obsessed" with bad stuff!

[ooc: open, though there might be slow play for a bit as I work]

The Salle; Monday Morning (after Workshops)

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Hitting things with a meat tenderizing mallet had Sakurazaki in the mood to train. So she did a little stretching, a little meditation, and then retrieved Yuunagi from the weapon's locker. Not training wasn't going to prevent next week from happing.

//"Well, old girl,"// she told Yuunagi quietly as she set up her initial stanse, //"looks like it's just gonna be you and me next week. Hope you're ready."// Because she certainly didn't feel like she was.


[[ salle's open ]]

Gym, Monday After Workshops

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Knowing it had been forever since she'd done any kind of training, Dawn started out on the treadmill, with plans to move on to the punching bag and sword practice.

Five miles first, to clear her head and warm herself up.


[ooc: Post is open, but thread between Dawn and Sam is locked to them.]

Fifth Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

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Marie's got some cheesecake from her baking class and is ready to be sociable after not feeling well for the better part of last week.



[open!]

Hallways of Fandom - Monday Night

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Demyx was bored. It was a boring day. And he didn't have classes until Thursday, so he was anticipating being bored until Thursday.

To break things up a bit, he was wandering the halls of the dorms. Hall-crawling, if you will.

Maybe he'd run into someone and break up the monotony. Maybe even someone he could appreciate his flexibility.

The grounds, Monday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had had a mostly normal weekend and a quiet, pleasant day. She had a big red rubber kickball left over from the bouncy ball attacks last winter, and thanks to Al, a fake leg.

What did all this mean?

Prosthetic limb ball!

Created by bored teenaged street people who usually had to make due with whatever they found lying around, prosthetic limb ball was a time honored tradition for Nadia and her gang back in Buenos Aires, and it was about time it made its debut in Fandom. The rules were simple: you took a ball. You took a prosthetic limb. You hit the ball with the prosthetic limb while other people tried to make it harder for you to do it.

It could be baseball, t-ball, polo, hockey . . . but Nadia was thinking tonight it should be kick ball. Since the prosthetic limb had a foot.

The bases were to be determined, the teams would probably be chaotic, Nadia was just hoping some other folks would show up to play with her.

[ooc: yep, one of those nights where Nadia-mun gets bored and weird. Come play prosthetic limb ball!

Now with OCD!]