Outside dorms - Saturday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River had brought two snakes to her room last night to see if Berthold could communicate with them. It hadn't gone that well. The monster had mad frightened squeals and the snakes had disappeared quickly.

Hopefully they were happier now, wherever they were.

This morning River had brought her sketch pad and and some ice cream down to the lawn in front of the dorms. With intense focus she attempted to capture the movin and deformin shapes of clouds on paper.

4th Floor Common Room: Saturday Afternoon

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana slept in, then puttered around her room for a while - putting things away and generally straightening up. When she'd done all the cleaning she could deal with she decided to go hang out in the common room and at least pretend to be social while she was being lazy.

[Open!]

Second floor common room [Evening]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin had spent most of the day brooding meditating and replaying the trip to Coruscant in his mind.

The thoughts it had led to had been entirely too depressing.

That's why he had migrated up to the second floor common room and commandeered the television set.

Not that the last Space Battles prequel was any less depressing, but he could keep himself entertained by mocking the terrible technology and equally terrible dialogue.

[OOC: Open, open, open...]

Dorms--- Sam's, Isabel's, Cedric's, Jack's rooms (late late)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker headed for Isabel's room first, since she knew she was home. First Aid kit over her shoulder, knife in her boot, and yeah, the keys to the gun range lock-up in hand.

Time to go rescue Jack. Isabel, then Sam, then Cedric, right after.

Wow, this was not going to be fun to explain.

[ooc: for carter_i_am, izzyalienqueen and chasingsnitches. That Parker was knocking on doors is okay; contents of conversations NFB.]

The roof, Saturday night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had been drinking heavily that night. No, not sake this time. It was a steep learning curve, but he'd learned his lesson there. He'd stumbled across some old demon brew he'd tucked away, a sweet-sour green drink that packed a punch. Feeling a little homesick for no good reason, he'd decided to finish the bottle.

Then he wandered up to the roof for a cigarette.