The gym, Friday morning

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Aeryn is in the gym a little early, mostly because she wants to get the feel of the new gloves before anything else. She slips them on, practices making a fist until she's comfortable with it, then tries them out wth a hit to the punching bag. They take some getting used to, but they're really not bad. She can continue to test them out until Luke arrives.


[For tatooine_doofus but open.]

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon (Lunch and Onward)

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So open flame was a bad idea -- cooking workshop had pretty much proved that -- but Anders was in the mood for burgers. And, after his conversation with Walter yesterday, also in the mood to attempt being a little more social, for a little while at least. Compensating a bit for all the food he'd scrounged from everybody else seemed like a good idea, too.

This would explain the stacks of burger patties (he'd even picked up some Gardenburgers) in the fridge, and piles of hamburger buns on the counter. He even made a little space for the cheese slices. And it would also explain the smell of grilling burgers that was coming from the stove, where Anders was standing over the frying pan with a spatula.

[OOC: Open in that common-room kind of way.

ETA: And Anders is very quiet now as I'm off for the weekend -- but feel free to mod a burger or ten.]

Roof, Friday evening

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Walter had takeout from Ching Tai, some of which had an ominous quantity of thin red peppers visible, a blanket spread out to sit on, and his CD player, plugged in with an extension cord. At that moment it was playing Cherry Poppin' Daddies, but he expected Nadia would have other, more appropriate music.

He sat on the edge of the roof and had a cigarette while he waited for his date to arrive.

[ooc: It's the roof, it's public.]

Fourth floor common room, Friday night

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Jude didn't want to be alone right now.

So down he wandered to the fourth floor common room and sprawled across one of the couches with a bag of something greasy and unhealthy, channel surfing like a pro. He was in the mood for curling or wrestling. You know. Big chunks of rock - or the Rock - being lobbed at each other.

Wormhole X-Treme would have to do.

Now, if only he could get rid of that compulsion to keep yelling at the screen, "I'm in ur base! I'm killing ur g00ldz d00dz!"

[[Entertain me!]]

5th Floor Common Room - evening

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Evie was eating apple pie from Jeff, God of Biscuits (and she's been rather disappointed to find out he wasn't a *real* god), going over a dozen photocopied maps with highlighters (hurray!), and watching Wormhole X-Treme. She had *no* idea what was going on. But she rather liked Dr. Christian Levant.

There was a whole pie out on the counter, with cookies next to it. She'd go get another piece when the show was at the commercial.