Flag Football, Main Gym - Afternoon

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John and Willow had handwavily left messages for the all the players abut the change in practice time.
The gym was set up for flag football. There were gold and blue flags in two boxes. Above the boxes players could see the huge poster Willow'd made. It was covered in stickers and glitter and written in many colorful markers. The poster listed the two teams and the names of the players on each team as follows:

Gold Team	Blue Team
John Sheppard, captain	Willow Rosenberg, captain
Abigail Whistler	Adam Park
Billy Kessler	Andros
Bridge Carson	Annette Hargrove
Chad Sado	Jim Halpert
Dawn Summers	Jo Harvelle
Dean Winchester	Marco Conrad
Dick Casablancas	Sam Winchester
Evie Carnahan	Shawn Farrell
Johnny Storm	Sokka

The poster also encouraged players to pick the proper color flags and join their captain for practice. There were also bottles of water by the sign in sheet just cuz I love that icon.

[OOC: Wait for OCD is up! All oglers welcome in the watching/cheering thread, but remember: Those who watch too much football will wear out their end zone.]

Front Lawn, Sunday Late Afternoon

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Adam had agreed to show Charlie some martial arts techniques that might help her out with her Mercenary workshop.

That's why he was currently on the front lawn outside the dorms, stretching a bit, wondering what he should show her. Maybe she'd have a few suggestions.

[OOC: For girlzippo]

Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening.

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Turtle was crashed on the sofa in the common room, sitting low, sitting comfortably, with a bowl of popcorn, watching old game shoes because there wasn't really much else on. "Boooo!" she called out objectively, a second after shoving a handful into her mouth and a second before throwing another at the TV screen. "You coward. It's no fun if you wager something like that! It's not even a hard question!"

Turtle shook her head. She should be on a game show. She'd do better than these putzes, anyway.


[[ open, natch! ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was at the kitchen facilities in the common room, preparing a pot of pasta. He had some olive oil and an array of spices in a basket on the counter, and was currently mincing a clove of garlic and throwing it into some oil in a frying pan in preparation of making a roasted garlic oil dressing for the pasta.

He had the urge to cook. It didn't happen often, so you might want to come by while he's willing to share. He's certainly making enough for whoever might come by -- this boy has not learned to make individual servings.


(OOC: Open like a common room is open. Come, follow the (v.v.strong) smell of cooking!)