Fourth Floor Common Room [late evening]

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Now that she knew how to change the channels on the television, Aravis was enjoying doing just that.

It's possible she had found a Space Battles special. And it's possible she was imitating the noises of the weaponry.

She'd never admit it, though.

[open, as common rooms tend to be. if you want to drop a pet-turned-human in here, by all means, say it's after midnight. :D]

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Tori had woken up this morning with a sudden craving for hot chocolate. She had no idea why, she just did.

So she was now sitting on the couch in the common room, sipping a mug of hot chocolate. The television was on, the volume somewhat low. Tori didn't want to accidentally wake up any of her floormates.

A program about turtles was on the television and she was intrigued. Having been watching it for a bit, Tori decided that it would be cool to have one for a pet. She'd make a trip to town later on.

[OOC: Totally open! Slowplay is love as I will be running in and out of the house for a bit.]

The Stables: Saturday morning

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Karal's first clue something was wrong was when he slid open the stable door and there was no demanding whicker. His second was the total lack of horse.

His third was the partially clothed, wide eyed young man standing in Trenor's stall.

"Hello?" Karal slowly opened the door, worry over Trenor pushed away by worry over this stranger's obvious distress. "It's all right," he said soothingly, keeping his voice low. "No one will hurt you." The reaction was instantaneous, and not at all what he expected.

"Karal! Karal Karal Karal!" The young man lunged forward and shoved his head against his chest.

Karal stared. Altra stared. :That's Trenor.:

"What?!" he exclaimed, making - Trenor? - shy away. "Shhh, it's all right. I'm sorry."

Trenor returned, leaning against Karal, trembling slightly. "Everything is strange, and the stall is wrong, and I'm hungry."

Karal patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, and Trenor relaxed. After a minute he pulled away, smiling brightly. "Can we go out now? I want to run. And get something to eat."

Karal stepped out of the way, but Trenor just looked at him until he said, "It's okay, you can go out. Just don't go too far."

Trenor, well, trotted was the only word for it, out of the stall, out of the stable, and onto the grass. Karal followed slowly, watching Trenor run across the lawn towards the dorms, then back to circle around Karal and Altra. "Altra?" he asked weakly.

:I have no idea. But it's him.:

"Right." This was going to be a very interesting day. He was just grateful Trenor was wearing pants.

[ooc: open if you like! But I'm going to sleeeep in a bit.]

fifth floor common room, saturday afternoon

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It's almost 1pm, and Roxas has just walked into the common room in his pyjamas, his bed-messed hair, and his hugely yawning mouth.

He has coffee. Or soda. Or just plain sugar.

He finds a couch, sits down, and promptly stares into space.

Sleeping for 14 hours does not come highly recommended by the little pile of blonde fluff bedhair.

[OOC: Open! What a shock :D]

Second Floor Common Room [Saturday evening]

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Rory was having a hell of a day.

"Vladdie, please get off the ceiling."

"But can see betterest up here!"

"You can see on the couch, too."

"But I like the ceeeeeeeiling! Sometimes Cranky Lady with Big Pointy Thing has a kitty that sits on the ceiling with me!"

"...Alanna and Faithful aren't here anymore."

"I don't waaaaaaanna get dow --"

"VLADDIE, GET OFF THE CEILING."

A wee little boy reluctantly floated down from the ceiling to sit on the couch beside a harried-looking Rory, who firmly snugged an arm around him so he couldn't fly off, and turned on the television to something bright and loud.

[open. Vladdie's about three in people years because toddlers are more fun than infants. And yes, he can still fly.]

5th floor common room - Saturday noon

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Buffy and Bertie had gone to the common room for ice cream in the morning, and they were still there. Buffy was watching tv and boggling at Bertie. Bertie was eating more ice cream. It was amazing how much ice cream he could eat, really.


ooc: open like an open thing!