Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Night.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sleep seemed to be eluding Sakurazaki a lot lately. She drifted into the fourth floor common room for a glass of water, but, knowing a return to her room would be met with the same tossings and turnings that had plagued her earlier, she plopped down on the couch with her drink and idly flipped through channels on the television, hoping to find some good, old adventure movie. So far, she was finding nothing.

[[ mun can't sleep; method rp? anyways...open! ]]

First Floor Lobby [Tuesday afternoon after workshops]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

The package he'd been waiting for from home had finally arrived. He sent a handwavy email to his flight workshop students, and then dragged his television down to the lobby and set it so a brilliantly lit planet floated in the center of the room. It then began cycling through a series of photographs of the planet.

He returned to his room and came back with the contents of the package: food from home. Sand cookies, pies, teas made from leaves and not random alien colons (unless you really wanted alien colon tea), candy from Alderaan and Naboo, the works.

He turned on what Obi-Wan had assured him was the latest in Coruscanti music and kicked back on the couch.

If everyone in the school couldn't come to Coruscant, he'd bring Coruscant to them.

[OOC: Open to absolutely everyone!]

Gym, morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron was in a good mood as he hit the gym this morning. Humming a song under his breath, he did some stretches before hitting the machines.

((Open.))

Third floor commoon room, Tuesday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]