The Salle, Monday afternoon

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"BOO-yah!"

Sokka was decimating targets with his boomerang. An hour of killing things with near-perfect accuracy has mostly restored his confidence in his 1337 warrior skillz. If he saw professor Pajama Man again, he'd... probably not have his boomerang on him. He was definitely going to remember to bring it any time he left campus, but...

Sokka sighed.

He sheathed his boomerang and started trying to remember what he could of his unarmed combat training. Anyone watching might notice that the forms he was moving through looked a lot like Tai Chi.

Lobby - All Day

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Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations. 

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks. 

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet.  That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business!  Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen.  Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class.  The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

Monday after classes: 4th floor common room

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Classes were over for the day, popcorn was popped and Blair was laying across a couch watching a marathon of Mythbusters on TV.

"Let's see if Buster survives!"

[open, of course!]

5th floor common room, Monday evening

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Annette was taking out the stress of her day on the kitchen foods and appliances in the common room. Did it matter that she couldn't cook? No. Did it matter that she had no idea what it was she was wanting to eat? No. Currently she was doing her best to crack eggs in a bowl. She dropped two on the floor, another one on the counter, and in her bowl were three with pieces of shell floating around in the raw egg.

Whisking the eggs together with a fork, she was mumbling under her breath and making quick, jerky movements. "Eggs. I'm fixing eggs. That's what I'm doing. Eggs in a pan. Dammit. Just freaking eggs. It's not that hard. Geeze."

She dumped the whisked eggs into a too hot pan on the stove and left them to cook for a minute while she opened the pantry to look for something else to cook. "I need cake. A chocolate cake. How the crap do you make a freaking chocolate cake? I need flour. Man, I want a chocolate cake. Sugar. Cocoa? Gahhh!"

(the common room is open like rooms like this are. yo.)

2nd Floor Common Room: Evening

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Marty had just came back from over the main land where he had picked up a ton of Thai food and beverages which he had set up buffet style in the kitchen.

As a complete contrast he had "The Contraltos" on the TV as he dug into a plate of spicy Phad Thai with some chicken satay on the side.

"Hopefully Joey Pant's character gets whacked soon," Marty muttered to himself as he bit into some shrimp.

[oh yeah. It's open]