Second Floor Common Room, Early Saturday Morning

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had been a chicken the other day in class. Really, that didn't bother him terribly.
He had lost his pants to his roomie's door. That was mildly disturbing, but he had done well enough wearing a bedsheet the past few days, so he would get over it.
He had a bruise forming on his shin from a well-delivered kick from what he had figured to be a panty-raid victim seeking vengeance. Again, disturbing, but he'd cope.
Sadly, what bothered Valentine the most about the past couple of days was that he had glued his hands together in Science! class in a fit of sheer brilliance. This had hindered his ability to do a great deal of things; to juggle, to prepare food, to flip mindlessly through the channels on the common room television.
The issue of the moment was that he was unable to open his dorm room door, and had been unable to do so since Thursday.
So, tonight, rather than going door to door and asking for assistance, Valentine had swallowed his pride, flicked on the television with his toe, and had fallen asleep on the couch with reruns of Criminal Forensic Detectives blaring in the background and with his hands still firmly clasped together.
Not his wisest decision, but it beat trying to plead for his roomie to let him in.

[ooc: Wake him up, draw on his face, laugh at the bedsheet- go nuts. He's practically asking for it anyhow. I appear to have run to bed! You're going to have to wait for me to wake up again if you want interaction now, mwaha.]

fifth floor common room, Saturday early afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was making breakfast.

Well, sort of. Nadia was currently leaning on the counter, staring vaguely at the ingredients with which one might make breakfast, and wondering if she can make it through an entire session with a frying pan and other implements of burnination without falling asleep and potentially getting herself killed.

After a few moments, Nadia was making cereal.

If she drowned in a bowl of milk? Well. Cest la vie.

[ooc: open]

Third Floor Common Room, Late Afternoon

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec was having fun with the knitting thing - three dildo cozies and now he was working on a scarf in green and black. It didn't hurt that it was really just memorizing how to do the stitches and then letting his mind wander (or watch TV, like he was doing now) while it put itself together.

Plus, the yarn he was using was really fuzzy and soft.

[OOC: Open, as these things are.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Evening

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.