4th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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John was in the common room, using the wafflemaker, stereo playing all of Disintegration by The Cure. On repeat. And singing softly.


remembering you
standing quiet in the rain
asi ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering you
running soft through the night
you were bigger
and brighter than the snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found
all your courage to let it all go


[4th floor common room is open and never mentioned sparky's]

The Roof: Sunday night, well after dark

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The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of Disney narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

[2nd Floor Men's Bathroom/Shower, Lunchtime] Scrub scrub scrub

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Number 6 had been in the shower since shortly after waking up. Number 6 intended to stay in the shower until the grotesque harlotry of the weekend washed off.

He was getting very pruney. Someone would pay.

[OOC: The bathroom is open for all of your "wash this weekend right out of my hair" needs. Don't bother 6 unless you're a complete perv]

Dorm Roof, Monday Afternoon (Before 7th Period)

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Okay, so the roof wasn't exactly the best place to go when you wanted to hide your face, but it was kind of The Spot for smoking, brooding, and emo as far as Anders was concerned, anyone else's declarations to the contrary completely disregarded.

He was, in the wake of his alternate persona's weekend activities, currently engaged in all three of the above.

Smoking? Well, yeah. He was flaily and trying to calm down in a very unhealthy way.

Brooding? Hey, he'd been a jerk to a lot of people, threatened to kill a few more, and oh-sweet-Lords-of-Kobol, let vampire Willow bite him. So, guilt, which led to brooding.

Emo? Look, he'd gotten to really like that black-orbing thing. He was gonna miss that.

[OOC: Open for all your OMGWTFAWKWARD or other rooflike needs!]

Third Floor Common Room - Monday Late Afternoon

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It had been a busy day of classes and Neil was still a bit unsettled from the subject matter of Ethics. While some of the rumors started and flung around had been funny, it was also a stark reminder of the power of words and perception.

Dropping off his books in his room, Neil sifted out the ones he needed for Traditional Fairy Tales and then he decided to head back to the common room for a bit. He'd seen enough of the inside of his dorm room this past weekend and felt a change of scenary and the chance to observe some of the post AU weekend awkwardness might be a nice change of pace.

The TV didn't really interest him, so he flipped on a radio and made some popcorn. As microwaves were still a bit of an oddity for him, he made the popcorn the old fashion way, on the stove with oil, salt and fresh butter and he probably made way too much. Shrugging, he dumped it all together into a large bowl, which he placed on the table near the couch he flopped upon. Opening his books and perching his reading glasses on his nose, Neil put his feet up on the opposite cushion and set about doing some extra credit.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be.]

5th Floor Common Room - Monday, late afternoon

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Annette was laying on the couch, on her belly, ankles crossed; a pillow shoved up under her arms. She was flipping through the television channels, not really paying attention to what was on. A minute here a minute there, nothing really snapping out at her. Her mind was too preoccupied thinking about who and what she met and talked to over the weekend. It was totally...mind consuming.

Frozen pizza was in the oven cooking. She knew she could do that. Just had to take the plastic off and stick it in the oven. She forgot to read how long it took to cook though. When she could smell it good, then she would know it was done. Hopefully. Annette wasn't too bright in the kitchen department. 

1st floor Study room: Monster in distress

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The weekend had been terrible. People had been wandering around more than usual, and there had been strange, furry creatures about. Furry meant dangerous. Berthold had been stuck in a small room on the first floor, with no food within reach. He was now starving, and lay sniffling under the table. His humans might not find him before it'd be too late.

[Locked to someone.]