Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

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After waking up way later than she's used to and then going for a quick jog around the island, Mel has ransacked the kitchen grabbing as much junk food as she can before settling down in front of the TV.

As she flicks on the television the first thing she comes across is the SciFi Channel marathon of The Twilight Zone The Dusk Area.

"I'm not sure what's creepier," Mel muttered to herself as she tore into a bag of chips. "That talking puppet or the guy in the suit who just shows up everywhere."

[Yes. It's open.]

4th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Billy sat on the couch, a bag of original flavored Sun Chips open before him, watching the news.

"Though Military Officials refuse to comment, sources say that the mastermind behind the attack, the man known as Cobra Commander, is still at large. The Pentagon has confirmed however, that Members of Cobra's 'Inner Circle' now occupy the top tier of the Nation's Most Wanted lists."

Billy sighed. He hadn't reached for the bag cause the minute he'd turned on CNN, he'd lost his appetite. "Congrats Dad." he muttered. "You're moving up in the world."

First Floor Lobby [Tuesday Evening]

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After doing absolutely nothing at all for most of the day, John's made him way down to the lobby for the, hopeful, meeting of the John's. He took a seat on one of the benches and kept an eye out for John's that he knew and people who looked like they were named John or Johnny or even Jonathan.

There were no concessions or things like that. John didn't believe in that. Well, actually, he'd just forgotten to go out and get them.

Oh well. Hopefully the other John's wouldn't mind.

[And the meeting of the John's/Johnny's is on! Stop by if you're a John or you're not.]

5th floor Common room, Tuesday morning

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River had acquired some fresh fruit, something she'd missed a lot on Serenity. She'd filled a large bowl with apples, oranges, grapes and pineapple, and started with an apple, cutting it into neat wedges before eating it.

[Open. Fruit for all.]

School grounds, Tuesday evening

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It hadn't taken long for Hamlet to pack up everything in his dorm room. Really, he'd been doing little bits of it all over the last week, throwing his things and the bits that Duo had left behind into a suitcase.

So he'd called a taxi, and had dragged his bags down several flights of stairs after being unable to find the legendary dormitory elevator. It was still nice outside, so he didn't mind waiting all that much.

It still felt sad leaving the place he'd called home for almost two years now.


[OOC: Open. This'll be Hamlet's last post in Fandom before going back home to Denmark for good.]