In the Hallways

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Posters went up for tonight's performance:

TEAL DEAR!
Live at Caritas
7pm, tonight, February 26


Parker went on her merry way to hang up posters in town.

5th Floor Common Room - Late afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

It's early for dinner and late for lunch, but Pippi has a gig tonight with the band, so she's making Swedish Meatballs in the kitchenette.

Quite a lot of Swedish Meatballs actually, a prodigious amount even. More then she normally would make.

And she usually makes boatloads.

Possibly cooking is what passes for anger management with little Miss Longstocking.

[[ooc: open as these things tend to be.]]

Dorm Hallways - Monday afternoon

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was rollerblading again. Up and down the hallways. There were a lot of students gone so she figured she'd get away with it pretty good, so she was going along at a nice speed. 

After playing in the snow and getting cold and wet for the most part, she didn't want to go back outside. She had taken a near scalding hot shower and dressed afterward in a pair of cut off shorts and long sleeved tee. She wasn't rollerblading for exercise or anything; she was doing it just for fun. She didn't feel like staying couped up in her room right now.

But she was singing, and by now everyone could almost expect that that wasn't such a good thing. Her ipod was blaring and she was in a great mood.

And maybe, just maybe, she might visit the Devil's Nest late this evening, after the Teal Dear concert. Mr. Phale and Dr. Wilson sparked her curiosity with the mentioning of Lucifer. She might have to get a picture of him. How cool would that be?

(ooc: open and stuff )

The roof, mid- to late-afternoon on Monday

[nadiathesaint]

Yeah, so she'd spent a good chunk of her weekend sitting outside and staring off into space. That certainly didn't mean that she couldn't do that now, up on the roof, as long as she was dressed warmly and still made it to Caritas on time for the gig that night.

She was still seething a little about Pippi, and still trying to wrap her brain around her vision and Bel. There were things to think about.

This wasn't emo. It was thinking.

Hm. She should work on her song, some, too. . . .

[ooc: another long, slow day at work and I have 3 hours left. Open!]

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening (starting at 7:30 FHT)

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner sprawled out on the couch, scowling at his cell phone as if he expected to be able to intimidate it into ringing. He still hadn't seen or heard back from Lana, which was starting to worry him; trying to convince himself that he was being paranoid was kind of difficult.

In an attempt to distract himself from worrying into a panic, he turned on the TV and started flipping through channels until -- wait, what?!? "No freaking way, he muttered, and turned the volume up just in time to hear . . .

"Coming up right after this, don't miss the hourlong world premiere of Relic Hunters Adventure Squad, the brand new series based on the true adventures of the Overdrive Power Rangers!"

"Hi there, what, excuse me?!?" sputtered Conner, sitting bolt upright and staring at the TV. "Overdrive, what? Who are these guys?" From the tone of his voice, you'd think he thought they were imposters or something.

"Yeah, he was going to be camping out right here for the next hour and a half, because this he had to see.

[OOC: Yes, Power Rangers Operation Overdrive premieres tonight, so I just couldn't help myself. Relic Hunters Adventure Squad is gonna be the meta for both OO and Boukenger; thanks to blessed_twice and untouchableskin for helping me come up with meta character names. The top thread is for certain people who know who they are, but otherwise wide open, as common rooms are!]

The Roof, Late Monday Night

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

The air on the roof was frigid and there was a slight drizzle. All was quiet. Suddenly as the previous night, a humm was heard and a bright light appeared. The light stood perfectly motionless in a person-height column and then blinked out of existence, leaving one lone figure to crumple to the ground.

Ami was wearing the clothes she wore the previous night, jeans and a t-shirt. Her coat was missing, there was blood in her matted hair and her clothes, while there, were torn and filthy. There was blood but it was dry.

She was lying in a crumpled heap, not moving.


[establishing return. here for Setsuna]

Third Floor Hallway, Monday Night

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori could not believe what she had watched earlier, with Conner in the common room. Her mind was still reeling from that experience.

Honestly, how they had never heard of that team before? That was very odd. She shook her head and made her way down the hallway, back towards her room. Pausing for a moment, Tori wondered about Lana and hoped she was okay. She hadn't gotten a call back, and thought that maybe Lana was just out somewhere. It was break after all.

Tori made it to her room, but the door had been closed and locked earlier. She fumbled to get her key out when the building suddenly started to shake and the lights flickered on and off, all around her. The thought of an earthquake entered Tori's mind and she was a bit afraid.

She wondered what was going on, when she heard a slight humming noise and a blinding white light surrounded her. Tori tried to move but found she couldn't, it was as if she paralyzed on the spot. She couldn't use her powers to run. She couldn't make any noise, no matter how hard she tried.

And then suddenly, Tori vanished.

[OOC: Mostly just establishly. Open if people want to witness what's happened to her.]

The Gym, Monday night, after Teal Dear's gig

[nadiathesaint]

Booze plus punk music plus storming out of two arguments in 24 hours left Nadia with rather a lot of anger to work out. So, instead of heading back to her room in her tipsy state (since Pippi would be there, anyway) or to the roof (where lord only knew if Cassie might show up again), Nadia went straight for the gym. As much as she wanted to beat on something with one of the practice staffs, she knew that, in her tipsy state, she was just as likely to smack herself in the shin with it, or something, so she went to one of the heavy bags instead, taking off her boots and taping up her hands and feet before setting on it with a barrage of punches and kicks that left her too breathless to bother yelling.

Yeah. This was good. This was definitely helping.

And if she killed the bag . . . well. It wouldn't be the first time she'd have to buy the school new equipment.