Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had woken up way too early this morning.

Since she didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and Cole was still sleeping, she had come out into the Common Room. She was pensive and wasn't exactly liking the things she was feeling lately.

Being with her family over the weekend had helped some, but she was still really worried about the way things were going.

Now, she was sitting on the couch with one of the books Mr. Winchester had recommended to her and she had another book she had found on souls while she was at home. On the table in front of her were donuts and juice.

Outside the Dorms:Tuesday AM [11/28]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana waited outside the dorms around 10:30, feeling a bit edgy still from her conversation with Jim last night. She also didn't think he was too happy about her going running when she'd already lost so much weight and particularly not with some other guy. But she was here and determined to go running whether Conner came or not.

Outside the Dorms, Tuesday Morning

[janet_fraiser]

It was fifty-three degrees out, with a projected high of sixty-six, and today was one of the last days of November, so Janet was outside, enjoying the good weather while it lasted. She'd spread a blanket out, and was leaning back against a tree reading.

OOC: Open for random bothering of the wee cranky one.

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Enough of the hiding out from everyone. Walter realized he'd been invisible lately, and that clearly hadn't worked on a number of levels.

So, out into the common room where he'd fried up a batch of potatoes and turned on the television, deliberately opting out of the Hitler History Channel and picking up a random improvisational comedy programme.

There he sat with a pile of salty fried potatoes, a panting hellpuppy, and a metric tonne of homework he hadn't been paying sufficient attention to.

The Roof, Tuesday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yep, it was that time again -- time to go up to the roof, smoke, and brood over what to get people for Christmas.

Okay, actually Anders was brooding over his conversation with Parker yesterday, but still. There was also Christmas-shopping brooding going on. Look, he could multitask, all right? Two kinds of brooding and smoking, all at once. There was even pacing back and forth.

Skilled, that guy. Really.

[OOC: Roofily open, though he's here for his regular torture session. *g*]

Gun Range, Tuesday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

After the world's most annoying conversation, Sam felt the need to shoot things. A lot of things.

So here she was, under her ear protection, blasting the hell out of targets with her 9 mm.

[ooc: Open to all, but she's not feeling overly social.]