The Salle, Monday Afternoon

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There are people -- mainly swordmasters and those crazy guys from movies about Vietnam -- who believe that in order to be a good fighter, you have to know your weapon, love your weapon, be your weapon, caress it like a lover, eat with it, sleep with it... You get the picture.

The point is, even those people's stomachs would be turned by Sokka right now.

He cradled and caressed his boomerang, clucked and cooed over it, hugged and squeezed it, gave it bubbly kisses, apologized for being away from it for so long...

And also used it to completely obliterate targets on the other side of the salle. A lot.
And when some vicious coconuts snuck in and attacked, he used it to dispatch them, as well.

[[ open! ]]

The Gym - Monday late afternoon

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette felt the need to get hot, to perspire, to work her muscles. 

Thus she was at the gym, doing all three. And maybe not necessarily in that order.

Currently? She was on the treadmill.

First floor lobby, Monday after classes

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude had decided that it was too cold to skateboard outside.

Thus, skateboarding inside.

Besides, he had an audience. He had named the big coconut on the left Mongo. The little one was Caitlin. The two that kept bumping into everything were Little Jude and Jude Jr. It went on.

[[So very open.]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter is in the common room polishing his shoes.

No. Really.

You think those things shine themselves?

He has an improbably large bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wonka root beer, and some television program about people who unexpectedly develop superpowers. It's surprisingly good. The program, that is, although the popcorn and root beer are excellent, too.

[ooc: Common room is open and there's popcorn to share.]