The Roof - late Sunday night

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It was cold out, but not the kind of cold that meant to stay indoors. It was more of the cold that was refreshing and conducive to a bored teenager on a Sunday night.

Kawalsky checked his supplies. Baseball bats? Check. Bucket of jello-filled water balloons? Check.

He picked up a bat and a balloon. He tossed the balloon into the air and hit it with the baseball bat.

Sure, it was going to make a mess, but nothing that couldn't be cleaned up easy enough.


[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

Fifth floor common room, Monday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Okay, so it wasn't so much her own bed, but Nadia was resting. She just chose to do so on the couch in the common room while watching bad Christmas movies instead.

She'd pulled her blanket out of her room and was wrapped up in that as well as the wool poncho, a big cup of hot coffee clutched in her uninjured hand.

[ooc: Open, despite LJ being teh suck today]

The Salle; Monday Afternoon.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna had super-handwavily been up all night chatting with Ojou-sama on her laptop (Good Lord, they had a lot to catch up one), so that could be part of the reason she didn't get to her usual Monday morning session until later, but Setsuna mostly blamed her mun's stress.

Either way, she was there now, ready for rigerous work, shifting between rounds with Yuunagi and rounds with her umbrella.


[[ salle's open ]]