Fourth Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening.

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Setsuna had been in a rather...insanely good mood all day. Particularly insane for her, from her super handwavey morning training to her workshop that afternoon and her super handwavey after workshop afternoon training. And she was still sitting there with energy to spare. As for the source of this unbound energy that even a ridiculous amount of training hours couldn't drain (if anything, they almost seemed to have fueled her more)? Certainly nothing to do with a certain gaining of a boyfriend, an event that probably should have happened ages ago. Nope. Not at all. Just like that event had nothing to do with the fact that she was baking brownies right now. Not like brownies might have any sort of significance there, or that she was making them with Alphonse in mind for that specific reason, or anything. Nope. Not at all.

She was making a lot, though, with everyone else in mind, too, to disguise that she was making any sort of big deal out of this or anything.

And, yes, they are actually edible, thank you.


[[ open! with the warning that she's insanely hyper for a change, because...zomg finally! ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

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John was lounging on the sofa in the common room, bowl of popcorn on his lap, watching the Good Eats Breakfast Week marathon.  He had nothing better going on and Alton Brown made cooking absolutely fascinating.  "Ooh! So that's how the donut gets its hole..." he muttered, eyes transfixed by the screen.

The only problem with this activity was that it was making John hungry for breakfast foods.

[ooc: OPEN! zomg so bored at work!]

Gym, After Workshops - Cheerleading Practice[6/13]

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Phoebe was free for the afternoon, so she managed to get to the gym early to set up for cheerleading practice.

She dragged out the mats for everyone and then started playing some music. There was also a table off to the side with drinks and snacks.

While she was waiting for people to show up, she did some back bends to stretch out her shoulder and back muscles.

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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Marco was standing in front of the television, apparently fascinated by the cooking show. Of course, this was a little hard to tell, since Marco was a llama at that moment. It was also a little hard to tell that it was Marco. The remote control was well hidden under a couch cushion. There was no food out, though.