First floor lobby, Sunday morning

[fh_extras]

It seemed quiet.

The little gingerbread man, who had come to life yesterday and narrowly averted being eaten, poked his tiny head out from behind the couch, checking to see if the coast was clear. It looked good. Those big fleshy people were kind of hard to miss.

Satisfied, he carefully stepped out into the open. And then made a mad dash for the front door on his tiny gingerbread feet. Though, um, opening a door when you were a gingerbread man? Kind of difficult.

[Open while he's dashing away, or to anyone willing to let him out.]

Stairwell, near the fifth floor, Sunday around noon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia hadn't actually made it back to her room when the band got back to town this morning. She hadn't even made it to a couch.

Still, she didn't look too terribly uncomfortable, curled up as she was in her artfully ripped outfit and impromptu sling. The fact that she was snoring quietly perfectly completed this image of strange comfort.

[ooc: open, should anyone happen by the snoozing girl]

4th floor common room, Sunday noonish

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I learned my passion at the good old-fashioned school of lover boy . . ."

Jude was rocking out as he flipped pancakes in the common room, occasionally halting to belt a solo into his spatula or air guitar along with the music.

The pancakes are on sticks and Jude's on Queen. All are welcome.

The Roof, Sunday Night

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pippi had noted that it had been a while since Pip had played guitar on the roof. And Pippi, indeed, was right.

Pip shclepped his guitar up to the roof, lit up a cigarette, and began to play an upbeat song. Specifically "What I Got" by Sublime.

Fifth floor common room, Sunday night

[nadiathesaint]

The strangest thing had just happened. One moment, Nadia had been with Pippi in the stairwell headed back to her room and it had been sometime around noon, and the next, they'd walked into her room to discover it was actually late evening.

Weeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiird.

So now, Nadia was chilling on the common room couch, pondering the mysteries of the universe and trying to figure out if she could improvise something for her shoulder, or if she'd have to go back to the clinic for a new brace.

[ooc: open]