Outside the Dorms; Late Saturday Night.

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Chad had returned to his late night, probably more than just a little bit creepy stalking around the town, and lingered a little around the outside of the dormitory upon returning.

No, he won't tell you what he was doing. No matter how much you asked.

Especially since it was all mostly just thinking, and nothing particularly bad ass or devlish at all. Although what he was thinking about made him feel pretty bad ass, anyway.

Pulling his jacket around himself a little tighter, Chad took a moment to lean on a tree, one foot propping up against it, and looking up toward the cloudy sky. A little chilly tonight, but he didn't mind. It was nice. He closed his eyes a moment, enjoyed the quiet of the night. Homecoming had been pretty damn good to him...


[[ technically open, though expecting a certain convenient plotting device puppy dog and owner ]]

2nd Floor common room [Sunday, Morning]

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A perky and bored Shawn has taken himself down to the common room, because hanging out in his room too much is making him stir crazy. Plus, he feels he should be making the most of being back in technicolour by being sociable.

He doesn't have food, but he does have a koosh ball, which he's tossing from hand to hand while he lounges on the sofa indulging in sunday morning TV.

The Roof, Sunday Night

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Dawn dragged her CD player up to the roof, plugged it in over by Bel's plants, and let loose--spinning and twirling and basically dancing like no one was watching--because they weren't. The music at the dance had been great, but Dawn was feeling the serious need to boogie to something from the latter half of the century.

Sometimes there was just no place for joy and happiness to go but out.


[ooc: Post is open to all--bring your own music and be a dancing fool!]

The gym, Sunday afternoon

[can_be_more]

Spending two days in black and white? Hasn't really made Aeryn blink twice. She didn't turn five, didn't end up with weird superpowers, could speak like a normal person, didn't have to clean up anyone's blood for any reason, and can remember everything that happened. So that means it hasn't been a bad weekend.

It also means she's in the gym as normal, stretching out a little as she waits for Peter.

[For peter__parker, but open.]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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Walter had discovered that he could play games on his computer with other people in other parts of the world.

Which was all well and good other than having his ass handed to him in online backgammon by some granny in Italy.

He was giving it another shot while the television played something he wasn't paying any attention to.