Around the Dorms, Tuesday

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A small blur could be seen putting up posters all over the dorms. Between each poster was a small trail of glitter as it shook off during the trip.

It was bit like Hansel and Gretal only with glitter. And coffee.

COFFEE!

For all new students or people who just want coffee and have never had it before because maybe not just new students haven't tried coffee. In that case come by the perk tonight to try it! Or just come by anyway because it'll be fun. Hopefully.

Hi Evie!

Perhaps Bart shouldn't have been in charge of the posters...

Around the Dorms; Tuesday Evening.

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To help Mister Deadpool out, Turtle went through the dorms after work, putting up some ( posters )

[[ feel free to spot Turtle and say hi, or just react. See Deadpool's post in town for OOC information ]]

Outside the stable: early Tuesday morning

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Karal was leaning against a tree, notebook resting on his knee, writing diligently while Trenor grazed on the long line. It had been too long since he'd done this, he was incredibly far behind in his notes, but that wasn't actually what he was working on. He was composing a letter. So far he had: Dear Molly.

It wasn't off to a fantastic start. He frowned thoughtfully and stared up into the sky, watching the rising sun burn off the morning haze.

:Just write the thing, will you?: Altra demanded, rolling onto his side. :It can't be that difficult -- 'How are you, I miss you, it's foggy, see you on Friday.':

"Altra!" Karal shook his head and tossed a balled up bit of paper at the Firecat. "This is important. Now hush, I want to get it right."

[ooc: it is an open lawn, and so it is open, although I suspect I will soon be asleep, so SP may be yay.]

Shooting Range: Tuesday Morning

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Jack had stopped only long enough for a cup of coffee and a phone call before heading out to the range. Some habits die hard, so he posted the rules as soon as he arrived:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.


Retrieving his 9mm from the weapons locker, he appropriated an alley and glared at his hand - the one Cedric had healed - when he realised it was still weak.

He had to get the painblocker out, so he could figure out how much damage was left, but it could wait. Donning safety gear, he slid a clip into the 9mm and started firing, grinning as he emptied the clip, reloaded, swapped hands, and did it again.

[ooc: open! I will be going to bed soon, but SP is love. Or at least a one night stand.]