The Roof; Wednesday Night.

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At least tonight Setsuna understood that her insomnia was justified. She was nervous about various exams, which struck her as odd, because she was never concerned with academics, but, most importantly, she was disheartened because, tomorrow, she would ship Yuunagi off to Japan so they could meet each other soon after she arrived there for the holidays. She hadn't been training as much this week, really, but just thinking of the two of them seperated like this made her quite sad.

Bundling up and getting sick of her room from all the time she'd spent in there studying, Setsuna went up to the roof for a breath of fresh air. If it weren't so chilly, she might have pulled out her wings, but, for now, she just enjoyed the view.


[[ open as roofs tend to be ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

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Gwynn had woken up early and was now in the common room with Baby!Egg Robin. Robin was now outfitted not ounly with a little bow and a quiver of arrows, she also seemed to be wrapped in a little bit of leather and had a wee tiny sword at her side.

Gwynn was keeping a pretty close eye on the egg baby as she was drafting a letter to her father back home.

Father,

Co-habitation and motherhood is a bit more confusing than I ever thought that it would be...

The Firing Range, Early Afternoon

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Joxer was going over his arsenal with Pete. "...and then, I got this!" he said, producting a knife where the handled was about twice as big as the blade. "Isn't it the best knife ever?"

( Cut for a bit of preplay... of DOOM! )

[ooc: preplayed with the wonderful forgottenpants. No IC interaction possible (as Pete needs the scene to FTB in order for his miraculous powers of recovery to occur), but OOC commenting highly loved.]

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday morning

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Walter hadn't cooked for anyone recently, and plenty of people had been cooking for him, which would be why he was in the kitchenette with several cartons of eggs, blocks of cheese, and a wide variety of omelette ingredients.

He even had a bottle of some hot sauce that purported to be as hot as you could get it. Not that he'd be enjoying that little treat, but someone might.

He had a feeling there'd be people to feed soon enough.

[ooc: Work promises to be insanely dull today, but SP is always a probability. Handwave any omelette ingredient you want.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, evening

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Isabel feels a bit silly because she can't remember what floor the coffee bar is supposed to be on. Because it's close to the remaining gifts she still needs to give out to anyone that won't be around for Christmas Day, she goes with the Fourth Floor.

There's an assortment of baked goods and lots of caffiene for anyone still studying. How the Grump Stole the Holidays is playing on the TV and there are more Christmas classics to follow.

[open of course. I'm just AFK for about 30 minutes or so Back!]