1st floor lobby, Tuesday morning after 2nd period

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow was Jewish. However there were a few things about Christmas she didn't dislike. In fact, there was one thing about Christmas that she downright missed.

She was lacking her original source for it though, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Which is why she set herself up in the first floor lobby with a sign:

WANTED: ONE SNOOPY DANCER
No prior experience necessary
Enquire within
Or right here since that's
where I'm sitting

FREE COOKIES FOR ALL!!!
(While supplies last)

There was a large plate of freshly made chocolate chip cookies beside her.

As she waited she flipped through her spellbooks and took notes.

She enjoyed multitasking.

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Room 312, Late Morning

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma couldn't just wait until Wednesday to have a little TALK with Chad. He couldn't believe how upset Teddy was yesterday. And as far as Ranma is concerned it's Chad's fault. He waited until it wasn't too early before he walked to Chad's room and knocked loudly. Chad's in big trouble for making Teddy cry.

Dorm Roof, Late Tuesday Night

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Another invasion come and gone, and this time Anders got to be kind of useful. What's a guy to do but brood and smoke on the roof, after all that?

So yep, that would be exactly what Anders was doing, all the while composing a letter to Kara in his head. He also had his Pyramid ball with him, and was bouncing it around in between drags.

Fun times.

[OOC: Thread with demonbelthazor locked, but otherwise open. Because I forgot to mention this earlier after Firefox crashed on me mid-post.]

4th floor common room, Tuesday Evening

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

billy was camped out in the common room, his sleeping bag hidden behind the couch, he: stretched out on the couch with the TV playing some show about a real cheerful animal wrangler.

There was a small box in his lap that he glanced at from time to time.

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After the buzz of yesterday, Nadia was feeling a bit gloomy again. She'd managed to get herself some soup without too much "I can only use one arm!" trauma, and that, combined with some hot chocolate, was working wonders for her ability to pretend it wasn't effin' freezing outside.

Her shoulder was aching again, though, and as she sat on the couch with the TV on quietly in the background, she went over what she could remember of the troll battle, trying to figure out where things had gone square shaped.

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