Roof, Sunday evening - Memorial Service

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. Also, wait for OCD OCD Up! ]

The Dorm Roof, Sunday Afternoon

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy stepped out onto the roof, closing his eyes for a moment, and just listening to the silence. Then he walked over to the edge and looked out over the island, and the snow. This was nice. Peaceful.

ooc: open

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[swerval_zero]

It was Oscars time, which meant, of course, it was time for a party, thrown together at the last minute because Zero had been in editing a lot recently. She had set out an array of handwavey bite-size tasty appetizers, big bowls of popcorn, and an assortment of sodas, water, and sparkling juices.

Come! Snark at celebrities! Try to guess who's wearing a dress by totally fictional designer Claude Shi!

((OOC: It was totally always in the right place. Really.))

The Roof, way late Sunday night

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami walked out on the roof. It was still mostly nice out and she had wanted some fresh air. She took a deep breath and looked around. It was dark and quiet. Except for a soft humming sound. //"What is that?"// she wondered, but before she could think any further, she was surrounded by a bright light. //"What the...?"// She couldn't move, couldn't yell, couldn't do anything. The light got brighter around her, and then it was gone. So was Ami.


[ooc: establishing. no interaction, but witnessing possible]

Fourth floor common room: Quite early Sunday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Mice, as it turned out, weren't big on sleeping for long stretches at a time. This explained why Jack had squeezed under Cedric's door, exploring his way down the hallway, sniffing at each door until he ended up in the common room.

It took awhile, but he eventually managed to climb up onto the couch and scamper over to the remote control. //Okay, I can do this.//

Bouncing up and down on the power button eventually turned the TV on, and he used both paws to change the channel. He paused, twitching his whiskers, as the screen was suddenly filled with mice. Cute mice. //The Saviours, huh?//

Jack curled up on top of the remote to watch the story of two heroic mice, who obviously had a severe case of UST, nibbling on a bit of popcorn he'd found under one of the pillows.

[ooc: Open, of course!]