Kraken Campfire, Later Tuesday Night

[the_merriest]

Rikku hoped it wasn't too dark that people wouldn't be able to see that she now had purple hair.

Aly was on her short list of Favorite Teachers Ever.

She hoped the Kraken bathroom had recovered from any possible dye-related mishaps.

Rikku sat in front of the campfire, bouncing to herself. Ready to chat the ear off anybody and everybody who dropped by.



[so very open]

Outside Platypus Cabin, After Classes

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John knocked on the door of Platypus Cabin. He was there to pick up Annette for pie. 

[[ooc: Obviously looking for Annette, but for any Platypus-ian to open the door!]]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Wednesday Night

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The nurse at the clinic had been kind enough to handwavily stitch up Isabel's arm and clean out and bandage up all the various scratches she received while trying to get away from the psycho in the woods.

Not about to walk back to the cabins in the dark, Isabel convinced Peter to come back to the dorms till morning.

"Do you think we can find something amusing to watch?" Isabel asked as she took a seat on the couch after turning on every light she could find. "Somehow? I'm just not in the mood for a horror movie at the moment."

Sphinx Campfire, Late, Late, Wed Night

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy stashed his gun and sword in his bunk, then came back outside. He stood for a moment, trying to get his breath. I'll put them back in the weapons locker first thing tomorrow. he thought. No way I'm going back through these woods tonight.

"The hell was that?" he muttered. He found two sticks, and used one to poke the fire embers back to life, and built up the fire again. The other he kept close by, just in case.

After a bit he sat, and examined the slashes in his pant leg, then felt the prosthetic underneath. With a curse he ripped the pant leg off at the slashes and removed the leg, holding it close to the fire to confirm his suspicions.

Whoever it was he'd met in the woods had left his mark on Billy's fake leg, wherever the machete had connected, the metal was scratched. And this thing hadn't even been dented by a gunshot.

"Jesus Christ what was that?"

ooc: open to any night owls. Billy's not goin' to sleep anytime soon.

Jackalope living room, Wednesday night

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was camped out in front of the tv with a beer, listlessly flipping through the channels. He was feeling antisocial and maybe even a little sulky. Saying goodbye to Jaye had made sink in what Jack and Sam's departures hadn't -- that there was never going to be another full Seahorse gathering again. That really was the first group outside his family that Dean had belonged to and he hated that it was over.

He took another long swig of his beer. Goodbyes, he decided, sucked.

[ooc: for x5_alec, but open to other jackalopes as well]