Gym, Very Late Tuesday

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Maybe Tyler's still not in the best mood, because he is working on the punching bag as if he could kill the thing. He's even using gloves, for once, so his knuckles don't get all banged to pieces.

When he's gotten it out, he might switch to the treadmill. But for now, hitting feels good.

[OOC: Open but mun has gone to bed. Tag in for SP if you feel like it.]

Outside the Dorms, Wednsday Morning

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim lay where he'd decided to rest for a moment under a tree. He might be snoring. Very, very quietly.

Third Floor Corridor, Wednsday Afternoon

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Stepping cautiously out into the corridor, Arthur!Tim looked around. It was a very well kept castle from what he could see. Closing the door to the room behind him, he looked both right and left, not sure which way to go.

Open! Come talk to Arthur, King of the Britons!king of the who?

Front Lawn, Wednesday Afternoon into Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was outside, throwing a softball up and down in the air out of boredom. In a moment of sheer optimism, she'd also dragged a few bats, some extra balls, and eight extra mitts with her from the gym.

[ooc: Post is open! Come play! Not an organized game, so no OCD.]

5th floor common room - Wednesday afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was restless, without knowing why. Berthold had annoyed her by making squealing noises, so she had retreated into the common room.

She had tried drawing, but everything she tried had looked strange. That was the reason for the torn up papers around her.

She had considered making popcorn, but there was no corn around.

As a last desperate measure, she had decided to glue all the forks in the kitchen together to a large spikey structure. Yay superglue!