The roof, Wednesday, mid-day

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had a fair amount of time between classes on Wednesdays, so she'd headed up to the roof, despite the downpour. Two days until that day, and Nadia knew there were people here who knew, which meant that she was spending her time worrying that they might try to celebrate.

She didn't like celebrating it, since that only served to remind her that she had very little clue at all where she actually came from or when she was born. Of course, worrying about celebrating it lead to her being reminded constantly of those things, so it was something of a moot point, anyway. . . .

She decided that the only thing to do was to go up to the roof in a big plastic poncho and jump around in puddles by Bel's garden.

She was entirely interruptable.

[ooc: and so is the mun, who is booooooooooored. Open for any others who want to play in the rain puddles before it actually turns into a flood]</small

Gym - Cheerleading Practice - Wednesday After Classes [3/7]

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Marie was still extremely bouncy as she arrived at the gym, pulled out the mats and started some totally moddable music blasting to get ready for practice.

"Hey, everyone, we're going to break into groups and work on basket tosses today," she said. "Four to a group - two as bases, one to fly and one to spot."


[ooc: wait for OCD up!!]

5th Floor Common room, Wednesday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Having no classes today, River had slept in. Now she sat curled up on the couch, a bowl of popcorn and ice cream in one hand and a pen in the other, working on a rather complex drawing involving large amounts of fish.

[open, of course!]

2nd Floor Common room, Wednesday After Clubs

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was partaking his his usual, 'hello world, I'm bored and attention deficit' pastime.
He was lounging on the common room couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap, and flipping through the channels without rhyme or reason.
His important discovery of the day was that sometimes, the dialog would piece itself together in new and amusing ways.
"Oh, Pete, I never realized that--" someone on a soap opera would croon until he switched the channel, "--the female hyena was often confused for the male because of their pseudo--" click "Oscar Mayer Weiner! Everyone would be in love with me!"
He was having a grand old time.

(Open for all of your common roomly needs!)

Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd killed slept with stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]