Outside of hunting class: 7th Period

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair was carrying both a sign and a petition today and he was very happy that to have his cast off for this sort of protest day. Marching back and forth before the door he chanted the message on his sign. "Education for everybody! Support the male troll scholarship!"

Every once in a while he would yell out; "Hunting sucks!" Just in case there was a rule about protesting random things in front of hunting class.

[ooc: open!]

Cheerleading practice, gym, afternoon

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy was standing on the mats, cd player beside her. Her left arm was looking a little awkward, but she was beaming. "Hi! I wasn't sure how many were still injured after the trolls, so I haven't planned for any lifting or such today. Instead I thought we'd try krumping to Last Christmas!"

Judging from Buffy's enthusiasm, this was the best idea ever. She then proceeded to demonstrate in an enthusiastic, but not entirely proficient manner. "Now you try it!"


ooc: I'm posting it rilly rilly early so I don't forget again, but remember that Slow Play rules Cheer practice, ok? So sign in whenever! And krumping is totally a part of Cheerleading. Bring it On 3 taught me that. *nods*

Grounds around the Dorms, Early Afternoon

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip had worked hard all day and had produced a snow fort any snow warrior would be proud of.

He also had made a mass of snowballs. But he had placed no rocks in them. Rocks in the snowball was greatly dishonorable, as was a yellow snowball.

True Snow Warriors are never dishonorable in such a fashion.

Now all he had to do was wait for unsuspecting fool to pass by, and he would unleash hell. Cold, wet, snowy hell.

[Monday Afternoon, All Afternoon] Let It Snow!

[narglette.livejournal.com]

Much to her delight, through her window that afternoon, Luna spied an island covered in white.

Snow had come to Fandom and she had absolutely every intention of taking full advantage of it!

She tossed on some warm winter gear, put a few things into her many pockets, and set out for the grounds, occasionally singing God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs as she went.

There were the makings of a Snow Fairy in her future!

[OOC: OPEN FOR EVERYONE AND THEIR SNOWY NEEDS! COME PLAY, Y'ALL! WHEE! (Umm, forgive the capslocky, please?) Come! Make snow angels! Make a fort! Have a snowball fight! Sled! Toboggan! PLAY! YAY!]

Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Another evening, another slouch on the common room couch. Nadia had found and wound up her bot from music class (and thank god she hadn't had it with her last night, eh?) and was experimenting with thinking about different things and seeing what the bot played for her mood.

Of course, since doing so amused her, the bot was sort of stuck on happy electronica, occasionally swinging over to Rammstein-ish rock when she got frustrated with it for playing happy electronica.

She still had her fingerless glove on from that morning and every now and then, would twitch her fingers over to fiddle with the brace on her shoulder.

[ooc: that open thang]