Around the Dorms; Late Thursday Morning.

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Chad was actually up before noon. This he considered early, for the sake of getting up his posters "early." Even if you couldn't tell by how plain they were who made them, the content was a pretty good indication.

That, and how high they all seemed on the wall, except for a few, put down low, because he'd want Robin to see one.

( They read... )

So he wasn't creative when it came to the advertising. It got the message across, didn't it?

[[ feel free to run into Chad (even literally, if you want) and say hi if you want! ]]

fifth floor common room, thursday morning

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It's early - 8am, 9am - and Roxas is already awake. He's in the common room in shorts and t-shirt, bedhair and bleary eyes, trying to find where he put his bowl of cereal.

Roxas is really not a morning person at all. It's rather cute. The TV's on for noise, although his book's also sitting on the table, and he slumps onto the couch when he finally finds the cereal.

He's probably going to head to the park later, but for the moment... he's content to rot his brain for a while, at least until he's properly awake.

[OOC: Open like the most open thing that was ever opened!]

Fourth floor common room: Thursday morning [before workshops]

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It was Thursday morning. It was Karal's last day of classes. He'd woken up early, as per usual, and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to attempt breakfast.

Karal had never cooked before. Ever. But there were eggs in the fridge, and milk, and cheese. A further rummage turned up bacon, onions and some mushrooms, and, well, a lot of other things he didn't recognise. He left those where they were.

"I think I can make an omelette from these," he told Altra, who was perched on a chair, watching him. "I am fairly certain I know what one is."

:This will end well,: the 'cat drawled, shaking his head.

"No, I am sure I know what it is. Eggs and other things, all cooked up together." He surveyed the ingredients and nodded firmly, pulling out a frying pan. "It cannot be that difficult."

Altra facepawed. Luckily there was coffee already brewed, which Karal did know how to make.

[ooc: open, of course!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Ronan was a little bored. When Ronan is bored, as we are coming to learn, he cooks. So here he is, cooking. Tonight, it's breakfast foods! Already he's got eggs and bacon on the go, and in another pan he's frying up slices of tomato. There's toast, too, and in yet another pan, he's got diced potatoes.

As always, there's lots of food, and anyone is welcome to stop by and feed. Also, because he was amused by it, he had The Fast-Breaking Society playing. It was... tangentially appropriate.


(Open like an open thing, as is the manner for common rooms.)