Outside the Dorms, Late Wednesday Night

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma is out walking Mizu with a bit of a smile, he's pretty sure no one's out so he starts out humming a bit to himself. Okay, so to say he's in a good mood is a bit of an understatement. He superhandwavily bought a new CD and he's quickly escalated to singing softly from it.

"This morning
I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it
And then I go and shout it
When you walked into the room..."

Mizu is loping along to this. Master is so happy! It's a nice change of pace.

5th Floor Common Room, Morning

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

Lyra hadn't been sleeping well, ever since her nightmare. So, on Thursday, she made a virtue of the inevitable and when she woke in a cold sweat, she rolled out of bed. After performing her morning ablutions, she wandered into the common room and eyed the kitchenette area speculatively.

Omlettes had been a hit, and she hadn't anything to do until class, so...

She rummaged around in the cupboards and fridge until she had the ingredients for French toast laid out on the counters. Syrup, butter, honey and powdered sugar were set out on one of the tables, as well as milk and juice, and she set a pot of water on to boil for tea. She considered coffee, but a breif inspection of the machine told her it was way out of her league and she made a mental note to ask someone else to show her how to work it.

She ate the first few pieces of toast she made and waited for other students to follow the scent of breakfast.

The Roof, Thursday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel stiffly made his way up onto the roof Thursday morning. He checked on his garden, which seemed to be faring better since he put up the non-emo zone around it, and ascertained that Blair had indeed not set up a motion-triggered disco ball. He wasn't sure what was worse, emo plants or plants gyrating to the Village People.

Then he wandered to the other side of the roof and lit up a cigarette, brooding on recent events. He had to shake this and get on with things, or else his plans for less emo and less flailing this school year would be off to a bad start.

Fourth Floor Common Room; Lunchtime.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

After War Theory, Setsuna headed up to the common room and set to the task of baking a massive batch of brownies. No, it wasn't her lunch. She wasn't actually all that hungry; they were to serve a different purpose. But, knowing that other people might not have so many reservations about such a lunch, she made lots extra to share with anyone who dropped in while she set aside and prepared a few special not that kind ones, which meant sprinkles and frosting and an attempt to arrange them aestheticly on a plate before inadvertantly ruining the set up when she put plastic wrap over the plate.

She'd also leave the extras out with a note telling everyone to help themselves if no one showed up by the time she headed out of there to deliver the special ones.


[[s'open, though I may sporaticly disappear, reappear, disappear again]]

Tenatively Outside Room 310, Thursday Morning

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

Kaoru stood outside Matilda's room staring at the note in his hand. It wasn't long, and could have easily fit onto a post-it note or something else. Either way, he couldn't decided what to do with it.
Hikaru had just left for class and Kaoru had been standing out there for about ten minutes debating whether or not to leave it. He knew this sneaky letter-writing had been innocent. It wasn't like he was hiding any information from Hikaru, yet these past few weeks of letters had suddenly left a weight of guilt on him. Especially the contents of this one.
Kaoru sighed before placing the note under her door and walking back to his room.
The Response was also in French.
//Mattie,//
//So...do you want to go with me?//
//Kaoru//

Fifth floor common room, after the radio show on Thursday

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was curled up on the couch in the common room, idly flipping channels at an average of 3 channels a second.

She'd really, really screwed up this morning. Bel had just made her so angry, with his talk about her being cursed, and she'd been trying to be . . . okay, not nice exactly, but not argumentative.

And now she was probably going to have detention on Saturday, but worse than that was that she'd been doing so well in not letting herself get that angry. But Bel had just continued to push all the wrong buttons. . . .

She sighed and kept flipping channels.

This week sucked.

[ooc: open, yo]

Salle - Thursday Afternoon

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was mostly pleased with the way the spar with Zuko went, but he was disappointed that he had felt slightly off balance through much of it.  Partially fighting against two weapons, but that wasn't really an excuse.

So after War Theory, he found himself in the salle practicing balancing and footwork forms over and over to try to regain that edge.  


[OOC: Open as a common area is]

4th Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy sat engrossed in meta title for Pulp Fiction, help me out here.

And you will know my name is the lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee!

Woah, Billy may have just found a replacement for `Hello, my name is Diego Mendozza, you killed my father, prepare to die.` as the most badass line ever.

open like an open thing is open.

Third floor common room, Thursday evening.

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

In Will's mind, having a fresh cup of coffee and a bag of cookies was a pretty good way to spend an evening. What more could you ask for at once, really?

That there was also an Animal Planet documentary about frogs on the TV was a coincidence. Yep, total coincidence.

(OOC: So very open.)