5th floor men's room, late Monday morning

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

A mess this big needed extra work. Besides, someone else was using all the washing machines in the laundry room anyway.

So Sokka was in the shower, still fully clothed, with his bedspread and sheets. What? It worked, didn't it?


[Feel free to come in and WTF, but you might want to avoid the water running out from his stall.]

Outside the dorms [Monday, Afternoon]

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No class, no work, and no real excuse to stay cooped up in her room. It was far too nice out for Mac to miss the opportunity to be out in the sun with a book, a blanket and her ipod.

She might also be avoiding the dorms themselves due to a bout of post-weetininess embarassment. She did tell rather a lot of people that blue immunised against cooties, after all.

[ooc: And open with warning that I might be slow. Finals > me. Woe.]

The roof, Monday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had spent part of her day trying to save Jamie from . . . himself. She'd spent the other part of it saying goodbye to Walter. She'd managed to hold it together pretty well while she dug out her bottle of rum from beneath her bed, mostly by carefully not looking at anything in the room but her bed. Now, she was easing her way to a good, hard drunk, and the strong facade was falling apart.

Pip, Pippi, Walter, probably Jamie, all gone off. Veronica was on the other side of the continent, and Marty and so many of the others were graduating soon. Sure, she was going off with the Doctor, but. . . .

She'd finally found a home, here in Fandom. And now most of the people who made it home were gone, and she didn't know what that meant for her.

She just knew it hurt.

So she sat on the edge of the roof next to Bel's garden, drinking rum straight from the bottle as tears silently slipped down her face.

[ooc: it's the roof, so naturally it's open. But fair warning, the emo is strong with this one.]