The Roof; Rather Late, Friday Night.

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Chad was having difficulty sleeping. Not only did his body still seem to think it was on Japan-time, but he could swear his bed was creaking dangerously when he laid down on it as if groaning with complaint. That, and he was thinking about that audition. When he first saw the flyer, he thought he'd check it out just on a whim, see what other students were into music, that sort of thing. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to realize that, perhaps, he was really wanting to get in. Were there many other students who played bass? He imagined most of them who played probably played acoustic or electric, probably not bass. Or was that just his imagination transformed from hope? He wasn't very good, true, but he wasn't bad, either. If he was the only one, it was a sure thing he'd get it...if not...

...well, he'd better practise. So, finally having found his way to the roof, he sat with his guitar and headphones, practising to Primus blaring in his ears. If he could manage to do a decent job of keeping up to Les Claypool, this audition should be a breeze.

[[ openz ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Joxer was in the kitchen area, scrounging up foodstuffs to prepare an apology breakfast for Agnes. Thankfully for Agnes and the world in general, he was unable to find any turnips.

So here he was, making toast in the toasty-machine, and pouring a big bowl of chocolate cereal.

There'd probably be enough cereal and toast to share with more than just his roommate, too.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

1st floor stables, around lunchtime

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Willow went into the stables a girl prepared.

"Okay," she told wee little horsey Peter, "there's a bucket of oats for you and a bowl of oatmeal for me. There's one apple for each of us. And? Also?" She produced a very large bowl proudly. "Tea! Of course mine is in cup form but I figured you'd want to enjoy it without worrying about breaking plates."

She set all that out on a blanket, then sat down beside him. Peter headbutted her affectionately. Possibly because he was glad to see her, possibly because he couldn't believe his girlfriend had actually thought to make sure he had tea even while in horsey form.

Willow patted him on the head. "See? Just because you aren't the same shape doesn't mean we can't still share a happy lunch together. And since I know talking is of the difficult, I figured we could watch TV."

She opened up her laptop and fired up some totally legal, no really downloads of Project Runway.

[ooc: Open! In theory at some point this afternoon I'm headed to the Open of the US sort *cough* Nevermind. *clings to safety of home omg*]

Third Floor Common Room -- late Saturday Morning

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Dean hauled the bags of ingredients he and Sammy had handwavily bought in town into the kitchen and dumped them on the counter.

"There," he said, turning to his brother. "I think we've got everything."


[ooc: open, feel free to come heckle the pie makers.]

Second Floor Common Room [Saturday Morning]

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Not wanting to disturb Edward by making lots of noise in their dorm room, Shawn has taken himself and his guitar along to the second floor common room.

He sorted himself some toast, surprisingly without setting fire to anything, and is now lounged out on a sofa strumming away and humming quietly to himself.

Gun Range, Saturday Morning

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Pip put up the rules for the gun range when he got there first thing:


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.


He pulled out two hand guns and set one aside for Blair while he worked on his aim.

5th Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Night

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JD wanted to paint the town red, but, sadly, lacked the necessary art supplies. As a result, he was sitting in the common room with some paper and crayons, resorting to drawing pictures of daisies.

((OOC: Open to all, including suggestions for adventure and foolishness))