Fifth floor common room, Tuesday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia hadn't so much slept last night. Or, rather, she hadn't slept so much. She had gotten in a little bit of sleep, but it was restless.

It was just enough sleep to remind her that she might have been able to see Sloane coming, if she paid attention to her dreams. So she was sitting on the floor between the kitchen counter and the table, where she could see the doors pretty easily, but she wouldn't be spotted right away, with her laptop, typing up every bit of dream she could remember from the last few weeks.

There wasn't much.

The unidentifiable yet familiar silohuette holding up a gun was obviously Sloane. The gun might not be literal, though. She both hoped it was and hoped it wasn't. A gun from him would give her reason to kill him.

The other image that kept popping up in her head really terrified her though. She couldn't remember much of it, or when she'd dreamed it up, but it was a series of mirrors surrounding her, none reflecting her image.

She'd learned about brainwashing techniques in her training. Mostly how to withstand them, but she knew that resisting it was a matter of continued focus and practice, and that beginning agents were more succeptable to it than more experienced ones.

Was that what Sloane planned? To make her forget who she was, become someone else? Someone who would join him?

She closed her laptop and set it to the side and hugged her knees.

[ooc: open for interaction, possible SP while I'm at work]

Salle [after workshops]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin needed to let off some steam, so he snagged the remotes and his wipeboard from his room and headed down to the salle.

Pulling both lightsabers from the weapons lock-up, he scrawled Live Fire Workout in Progress. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING. on the board, stuck it to the door and closed it behind him.

Then took off his outer robe overdramatically, flipped the four remotes to life and ignited both lightsabers. Working out was better than sitting in his room and thinking.

[OOC: Open if anyone wants to watch the Jedi in his last lightsaber workout before leaving Fandom. *sniffle*]

Gym, Tuesday morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron was working the bag a bit enthusiastically this morning. Chances were that he was trying not to think too much about the fact that it was the last time he was going to be training with someone. It wasn't working.

((Open!))

Dorm Courtyard, Tuesday evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter sat under a tree, reading a Ratguy & Sparrow, the Boy Marvel trade paperback. This was the classic storyline where the fans actually called an 800 number to vote for Sparrow's death. Comic fans were demented in the 80's.

Mainly he was just enjoying the evening. It was so peaceful out here...

[OOC: Here for someone in particular to ruin that peace, but open.]

Gun Range, Tuesday evening

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker left a message for Jack on his voicemail for after her last classes, then went down to the Shooting Range after totally still beoing played out rescuing Willow.

She made sure the rules were posted, then went to shoot.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

[for time_agent but open for all your shooting needs.]

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday Evening

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip lay on the couch, hat over his face, snoozing.

He looked like he was enjoying a nice break from his homocidal psycho street cat.

He could probably be woken and even interuppted for something interesting enough.


_[[Open!]]

Fourth floor common room, Tuesday night

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean sat on the couch and flicked through the channels on the tv, finally settling on Rockstar. Yeah, kinda stupid reality show, but the music wasn't bad. And hey, hot rocker chicks. Where's the bad in that?

Outside the Dorms, around 10pm

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim didn't feel so good.