late Sunday morning, gun range

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After breakfast, Dean headed to the shooting range for some target practice and to check and clean his guns.

The latter tended to take longer than the former just due to numbers. Not that he minded; cleaning his guns had always been soothing for Dean, even meditative. So he was humming to himself as he took his weapons apart, letting his mind drift to all the things he had to think about this past week.


[ooc: open for all your shooting needs, but thread with x5_alec locked to them and subject matter NFB.]

First Floor Lobby, Sunday Morning [11 AM - Noonish]

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

It had taken all night, but they'd finally cobbled together a device they hoped would work, and with Bridge's help Conner had tracked Mesogog down to his current hideout in the sewers. (Which was at least an easier place to get to than, say, a moonbase or an alternate dimension.) So now it was cleanup time.

Conner had left a few messages for people: Heard what you can do, and I could use your skills. Meet me in the lobby if you can come along? He had the transporter device with him, and his weapons -- well, they were in their dimensional storage pocket-thing, anyway, so pretty much ready. All that he needed now was the rest of the team. Maybe not the team he used to have, but in the end, he'd decided, there really wasn't that much difference.

[OOC: For my fight volunteers, primarily, but open if you want to wander through and go "WTF?" Handwave that you got the above message, or just happen by. If you didn't sign up but want to join in, I might be able to accommodate one or two more -- ping me on AIM (FutureBucsStar) or email (rpg.shanie @ gmail . com) if so. Fight post will be going up in about an hour, at which point I'll start a chatroom to coordinate OCD is up and good to go..]

4th floor common room, Sunday noonish

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

It's not Saturday. Jude had been a little preoccupied with his presentation yesterday to perform his usual pancakes-onna-stick ritual. But he was here, balancing on his good leg, his crutches banging against the stove every time he moved, studying and chirping in Starling as he flipped pancakes and tried to keep his notes away from the burner.

[[Open, but I may disappear abruptly for short stretches.]]

5th Floor Common Room - Sunday evening dinner and Glögg Party

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

The fifth floor common room has been decked out for Yule. (That includes jødisk jul.)

Pippi has used the provisions that StuCo has the common room stocked with to make something called "meatloaf". Pippi, being Pippi, has made a mind boggling amount of meatloaf.

She also has a punchbowl out which contains totally non-alcoholic Glögg. (Or "Gløgg" if you're Hamlet.) And she absolutely does not have a several small bottles of akvavit secreted in and among the decorations so people can make their cups more... gloggy.

There's also a spread of nuts, raisins, and gingerbread. Pippi herself is at the stove making æbleskiver.

[[ooc: open to all