Fifth floor common room, Thursday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Oblivious to whatever chaos she may have created between two of her friends, Nadia was humming softly to herself and bouncing slightly as she set about cooking up some empanadas.

Her favorite part was pouring in the beer and the shortening.

Every now and then, she'd pause to sing softly into her spoon as though it was a microphone.

She'd put up a quickly written sign on the finished empanadas on the table:

Free empanadas!
Participation in blind taste test is voluntary but encouraged

[ooc: open! empanadas contain whatever the heck you want to mod them to contain. At least one will be chocolate, marshmallow, pineapple, and onion]

Outside Room 310, Thursday Evening

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

After getting back from work, Kaoru slips the note under Room 310's door and then goes off to find Hikaru.

The note was written in Japanese again.

//Mattie,
We weren’t always like this. Hikaru
and I used to be a lot more quiet in
social situations. It’s still fairly new
to us to be interacting with so many
people. That must sound strange with
the way we act and how we were as
kids but… I’m not afraid to admit we’ve
grown up kind of twistedly…
Oxford is respectable. Just far from home
and kind of stuffy sounding. Go to Harvard,
Yale, or Standford. Those are good universities.
I don't think you've told me, what do you want
to be when you grow up?
Business school is a must. Unless we find
some way out, we’re going. It’s just how it
works back home. It’s out duty to the family
as the joint heirs...
I'm craving sashimi right now. Heh.
Kaoru//

The roof, Thursday Morning

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy stretched and yawned as he extricated himself from his sleeping bag.

Good night's sleep, and a beautiful sunrise. Much better.

[3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening]

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

Weiss was flipping channels, looking for anything not related to elections. He didn't actually care that he didn't win, but he still didn't want to get into it. He munched on a can of Pringles as he surfed.

[OOC: Common Room. Open. You know the drill]

5th Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter tried to make cookies.  Really.  He did.  They just didn't...quite turn out right.  Which was why he'd thrown them all away, opened the windows to let the burning smell out, and turned on the TV.

Spooky Things looked okay.  And that younger brother rather reminded him of Edmund.  Except much, much taller.

[OOC: Open like a Common Room is]

Roof » Thursday, late evening

[modernrocketry.livejournal.com]

The urge was beginning to grow into something that was hard to resist. No longer could Alfons ignore the almost itching feeling in the back of his mind. Sometimes fleeting, sometimes glaring rather persistantly, it wasn't as if he really simply turn his mind's eye to something more imporant. Like, you know, school work. No.

He had to do it.

He had to build something.

The day before his departure from Munich he had met up with the men that made up his tight-knit research group. They had taken up a small collection, enough to have purchased him something they presented at that meeting. Each of them grinning widely, they informed him it was best not to open it until he arrived at Fandom. Ah, and what a surprise it had turn out to been.

That certain something lie in pieces around him as he sat not to far from the door that led to the roof. The pieces were part of a model rocket kit - one the men had assembled themselves. Even if it weren't quite to the scale that he desired, it did the trick of easing the home sickness (and desire to do something more than work with blueprints) inside.

Staring at the sheet of paper containing scribbled out instructions, a small screwdriver between his teeth, Alfons didn't much look like the rocket scientist he truly was.

[ open! because I'm bored and dear Heidi doesn't get out enough. ]

Fourth Floor Hallway [Thursday, late afternoon]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

'No class' boredom has struck again. As it does.

It's a little too quiet, so Mac is sitting crosslegged outside her doorway in the middle of the fourth floor corridor with her beanbag and a thermos of hot chocolate, playing solitaire.

She's ready to coerce passers by into keeping her company.

[[Totally ooopen. Come, drink hot chocolate and play cards with the girl.]