4th Floor Common Room, Sunday Eve

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John came limping up the stairs from his 'vacation' in the locker (still wearing a kilt and half covered in blue woad), and decided his room was just too damn far down the hall; he crashed on the couch in the fourth floor common room and immediately fell asleep. His walking cast stuck out from under his kilt like a white beacon.




[Common room open, as common rooms are. Cast available for signing.]

Third Floor Common Room, before 1st period

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The first day of school demanded breakfast. How kind of Arthur to sign him up for a Monday morning first period class. Nevermind that Walter had rather wanted to take the DAMM class because the teacher looked like an absolute and utter loon.

That aside, he was cooking breakfast. Lots of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, juice, coffee for the heathens, and of course, tea. He already had two large dishes of both eggs and bacon keeping warm in the oven and was trying to keep from stumbling over Pup, who was dancing underfoot.

Pup would no doubt be delighted to greet anyone coming in for breakfast. How those coming in would greet a six-eyed black puppy with a voice like a small pack of hounds was anyone's guess.

[ETA: Dragging my lazy ass off to work. Will respond to pings after I'm there and SP through the day. Wah. I'm home from work again. I am sick of being sick. Dance!]

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

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JD is on the roof, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. He is writing in a small book which, to the keen observer, might seem to have a pink unicorn on the cover.

Dear Diary,

It is good to be back at school. I met Pippi this week, but it seems she is still dating someone else. I hope his head explodes. he is eaten by rabid hyenas has a very had hair day. Also I met my Little Sibling. She so obviously wants me.

"You manly man you."

Classes will be starting this week...

((OOC: Open. Please distract JD from his journal writing.))

Fifth floor common room, after classes

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Pip had arrived at Fandom from the funeral with moments to spare before his first class. He had barely had time to find anyone and say hello.

However, he knew how to attract people. He had been here for a year, after all.

Thus, Pip was in the fifth floor common room, making his world famous crepes.

_{[[Open, as these things are. The crepes are smellable from other floors. Crazy ventilation system.]]}

Fourth floor common room, Monday evening

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Marco had claimed the remote as his own and was now channel surfing from about a foot away from the television. There was a big, forgotten bowl of popcorn behind him.