Showers - Tuesday morning

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"...Ohhhhhh, she'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! She'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses when she comes! Whoa back! Toot! Toot!"

Annette? Was singing in the shower. Loudly. Almost terribly. Okay, she really can't carry a tune. Even with little kiddie songs. But it was little kiddie inspired since she was thinking of the wee ones she got to play with over the weekend.

Her hair was full of suds, her eyes were closed, and she was carrying on wonderfully oblivious to anything else as the hot water rained down on her back.

"Ohhhhhh, We'll all go out to meet her when she comes! Hi babe! We'll all go out to meet her when she comes..."

(ooc: open for all your showerly needs or, yes, to mock throw a bar of soap at Annette)

Outside the Dorms, Early Morning (before classes)

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't it figure? One avoids being a crow for too long, and fate will eventually rear its ugly head and remind one that they were still cursed. Taking a morning jog, Setsuna found herself pausing momentarily for a breath underneath a rain gutter, almost precicely at the moment it decided to leak a cold splash of melted overflow on top of her head.

Son of a...

It'd been so long since she'd been subjected to crow form that it took a few attempts to figure out how to fly as a bird again, and even then, it was tiring so she couldn't get very far.

...It was going to be an interesting day...


[[ mostly establishy, but open as well, so long as you're not someone who could understand Crow or knows how to change her back quite yet ]]

The Roof - Tuesday late morning

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil was getting somewhat tired of the walls of his dorm room and after composing and then destroying another letter to Todd, he decided to go up on the roof and get a bit of air.

Hopefully he would be forgiven for not smoking...did it help that he had a new book of Bardspeare in his lap?

[ooc: Can't get much more open than a roof I suppose.]

Tuesday morning, hallways

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Tuesday morning, Ami was hanging up posters for the Solar System trip. She had made them earlier in the morning. The experience combined with the Chess club posters made her think that perhaps making posters was not her strong suit.

( Poster )

Text Reads: Have you ever wanted to see the Solar System? Well, now you can. Wednesday February 21 at 4pm Fandom Tine, the lovely Ms. Frizzle will take any student to see the wonders of this system we live in. Come one come all.

Throughout the hallways of the dorms, Tuesday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Things have an unnerving tendency to get worse before they get better. So it shouldn't serve as too much of a surprise that Nadia had not just fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon, but was, in fact, sleepwalking through the hallways of the dorms. Her eyes were open, she was walking a little bit slowly, but surely, and but for the occasional tendency to bump gently into things, she probably didn't seem to be that much unaware of what was going on around her.

She was definitely asleep, though, and occasionally muttering as she wandered.

[ooc: open!]

First floor lobby: Tuesday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Having woken early, Jack decided to put his newly healed state to the test and take himself for a run. About halfway in, he realised that Katara had been absolutely right: he wasn't completely healed.

He was enjoying being able to move freely too much to care - and he was healed enough that all he felt was a dull ache - so he kept running, doing a rough circuit down to the beach and back, ending up in the first floor lobby.

Panting heavily, because it had been a very long time since he'd run, he grabbed a bottle of water and sprawled out on one of the couches, grinning up at the ceiling.

[open, of course!]

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was sore, grumpy, and her hair smelled like monkey. She had no idea how she'd managed to get bruised while taking a nap in her room, but somehow, she'd done just that.

Which would be why she was camped out on the couch in the common room, some fluffy kids movie about computer generated animals playing on the TV, eating ice cream.

Normally, she would say it was too cold for ice cream. But see above notes about her soreness, grumpiness, and monkey-smellingness.

[ooc: slow day at work, today. open!]

La Salle: After Classes

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

After getting done with her classes Mel headed over to the dueling area and pulled out her axe really scythe and went through a couple of test moves as she waited for Buffy to show up.

[ooc: For the Buffster, otherwise the Salle is open. SP is love]