2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Tannim settled in on the couch with a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and the remote. As he flipped through the channels, he grumbled about the lack of Sunday morning cartoons.

Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.

All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.

[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

Hallways, a little before noon

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Buffy was skipping her way down the stairs, headed for the gym. Today was Cheerleading tryout day! It was the best day ever, in Buffy's opinion.


(ooc: This is a good time to run into Buffy and get hauled into cheerleading. And if you don't need hauling GO CHEER YAY! Or watch! ...not dirty.)

Sunday Evening - Fifth Floor Common Room

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After handwavy shopping for supplies and food, Peter and Isabel decorated the Common Room and hung a banner across the back saying  "Congratulations on Surviving Our First Week of Classes!"  

A big cake of whatever flavour you want to mod saying much the same thing, soda, chips, and lots of other food were laid out on the table along with poppers, kazoos, noisemakers, and other party favours and games.

In short, the Common Room was set up for a big Student Council sponsored party for all students old and new.

{OOC: Isabel modded with permission.  Have fun modding the party favours and games and food available!]

The roof, Sunday evening

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Nadia had spent the afternoon thinking about what Pippi had said about writing a song about the roof, so, since it still wasn't exactly cold out, she decided to head on up with her guitar and start working on her song, again.

She sat down with her guitar and as she tuned up, looked over the town and around the roof, thinking of all the times she'd been up here, and searching for inspiration.

One thing kept popping into her head:

"No emo on the roof!"

Hmm. She could do something with that. . . .

[ooc: ze roof, she is always open!]