Wednesday Morning, 4th Floor Common Room

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Gwynn was really confused.

This was nothing new.

However, this time, she was really really confused.

It was this whole flurry about some holiday that was tomorrow and she didn't understand it. She had never heard of this Turkey Day thing that everyone was talking about.

People seemed to be making plans to go home for this thing ... and she had no idea what was going on.

So, this would be why she was perched on the back of the couch in the common room, trying to work that Bard In A Box thing that Ms. Lorelai had called a TV.

Perhaps someone in the box could explain this to her.

Outside hunting class - 7th period

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Blair was very excited for his trip tonight, so he had decided to hand out lollipops. Luckily, he found ones that helped with his message.

He was also writing down ideas for car games in his notebook. "License plate bingo. Name that tune. Cow spotters. What else?"

[ooc: open for interaction!]

Fifth floor common room - Wednesday afternoon

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After a handwavey trip into town for supplies, Molly set herself up in the fifth floor kitchen to start baking for tomorrow. She was making a cake, cookies and as many pies as she could get done this afternoon.

Ray had been in class when she called him, but she hoped he could come help out at least for a bit.

[[OOC: Post is open. Any assistance would be welcome.]]

5th floor common room - Wed Evening

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After being "convinced" to go back to the dorms by Principal Washburn and El Professor except that's still kinda being played Pippi sulked in her room for a while. Then she came out to the common room to sulk there.

The TV was on, there was a Z Cases marathon on the Sci Fi channel.

Pippi sat in the center of the couch with her knees pulled up under her chin, not really paying attention.

Stupid teachers, stupid kidnappers, stupid Ikea policemen, stupid weak ass bumper.

Dorm Roof, Wednesday Evening

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Anders was starting to think he should just set up a tent on the roof or something, as often as he seemed to be up here these days.

Still, it was the brooding spot, and since people seemed to not be brooding up here lately he felt it was his duty to take up the slack. He had some vague, slightly irrational (okay, mostly irrational) fear that it was necessary to the structural integrity of the dorms to supply the roof with a certain amount of emo on a regular basis.

Not that he was emo, really. Just sort of . . . thoughtful. Trying not to think too much about Parker's most recent advice to him, trying not to wonder if Bridge was mad at him or something, trying not to think too much about last Thanksgiving, and trying to think about what to get people for Christmas this year.

That last one was actually the real emo-inducer. Buying presents for one person at a time was hard enough. But presents for everybody at once? How did people on the Thirteenth Colony do this every year?

[OOC: Open, yo -- I'm heading out to go see Happy Feet in an hour or so, but after I come back I'll probably be around for hours on end.]

The Salle; Wednesday Morning.

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This was it. Umbrella in one hand, Setsuna made her way down to the salle to start her Iron Umbrella training. She was at first a little unsure if she should practise in the gym or the salle, but, considering that if she did this right, her umbrella might have to go in the weapons locker because it would, indeed, become a deadly weapon, she decided the salle would be safer. She didn't quite yet think of how turning her umbrella into a weapon and having to keep in the locker in the future would be problematic. One step at a time.

She spent a little bit on the bench, legs folded underneath her, umbrella across her knees, meditation, channeling chi into the new artifact of destruction. She was going through all she'd read on the technique, preparing it in her head.

Finally, she was ready, and Setsuna took to the salle floor, her and her umbrella.


[[ salle's open. ]]

[[ Iron Umbrella technique is, also, something I did not make up. Srsly. ]]

Wednesday evening - fourth floor common room

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"Okay," Dean said, dumping the bags of ingredients on the kitchen counter. "I think we've got everything." He grinned at his brother who was following him reluctantly. "Time to start baking."