Outside the dorms: Thursday AM [11/30]

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Lana was out, stretching and waiting for Conner. And maybe Jim. It was a good day for running!

The roof, Thursday evening

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Nadia was taking advantage of the rather warm weather to get in some of her last roof time for the season.

Also, she was escaping her room, where her hair dryer had been singing "Feliz Navidad" over and over again. This wouldn't be so bad, except that its accent was terrible and it didn't seem to know most of the words, so it was something like ( what's under here )

For three hours.

So now she was lying on the edge of the roof and reading the Alchemist and listening to her itty-bitty book light softly humming something bluesy. This was rather preferable.

[ooc: open, though somewhat slow play until I get home from work due to me wanting to be good about the whole low bandwidth thing.]

So, instead, she was lying on the

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.


[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]