Shooting range: Saturday afternoon

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First thing Jack did was post the rules --

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.

--with the extra care he always showed when a particular person was with him. Satisfied with its placement, he started getting out the safety gear.

[ooc: the gun range, she is open, but Jack's thread with Cedric locked to them, thank you.]

Fourth floor comon room: Saturday afternoon

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Karal stumbled into the common room in something of a daze.

In his arms was a chinchilla. Esther the chinchilla, in fact, and she was extremely cute, all bright eyes and twitching nose.

Unfortunately she was also talking. A lot. "...so this is a common room. I've never seen a common room before. What makes it common? That seems like a strange name. Can I have a biscuit? Or a carrot? I bet there's some in that big white box over there. Put me down so I can hop around! I want to see why it's common!"

Karal set her down on the table, sank into a chair, and let his head thump onto the table top. Esther was still talking. "Why did you do that? Didn't that hurt? This isn't the floor, I can't get to the white box from here." Hop hop, nudge nudge. "Your hair is soft. Not as soft as mine, but it's soft. Can I get down? I want to explore. Where's my biscuit? You were going to get me a biscuit."

"Bright Flame, please stop talking!" Karal begged her.

"But you wanted me to talk. you said so. You said you wished I could talk, and then I could! Not that I couldn't talk before, you just couldn't understand me. I don't think humans are very smart. Oh, what's over here?!"

Karal groaned and closed his eyes.

[ooc: well, it's a common room, so of course it's open! Karal wished Esther the chinchilla could talk, and lo and behold... Plus, shhhh, it always said Saturday.]

Flag Football Practice, The Gym, Sunday Noonish

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Since thunderstorms were on the forecast, John handwavily let everyone know practice would be in the gym.

This week, John set up an obstacle course for the participants to run through. They could go on their own or race through in pairs. The moddable obstacles on the course included a tire run, throwing a football through a hula hoop, and other gym-class-like activities that would in no way harm the students.

John set up the sign in sheet, and was available for questions. He was so glad he wasn't a bunny this week.

[ooc: ocd is coming... up! practice is open for new players and old, along with cheerleaders and oglers of any kind!]

5th floor common room, Sunday lunchtime

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Being hungry, River had considered going into town for a Sunday brunch, but had decided on staying in and doing the cooking herself. Rummanging through the cupboards and the fridge she found enough to feed herself and probably half of the fifth floor should they want to. She chopped onion, apples, pecan nuts and biscuits and mixed it with egg and bacon in a frying pan into something that resembled an omelette. It smelled delicious, and she hummed happily to herself, dropping some pieces of apple on to the floor for Berthold to catch.

[open, of course]

The Roof; Sunday Afternoon.

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There was a possible threat of rain in the air, but Setsuna didn't mind. The clouds were heavy, but some sun was breaking through, and she knew that with her new powers, even the strongest storm would not dull her senses. In fact, she almost hoped that some thunder would start; she might then be able to test her control of her techniques to manipulate the lightening.

For now, though, she was lying, stomach down, on the roof, her wings stretching out luxeriously behind her, so happy that she had barely kept them contained all week, with her feet kicking idly in the air. She was writing in a notebook. The Japanese characters flowed from her easily and quickly; her mind was positively abuzz with ideas. More often than not, they were ways in which to show her superiority over all these humans in the next few days.

Ohhh, it should be quite interesting indeed.

[[ open, if'n you want to dare to tempt the demon ]]

Fourth floor common room, Sunday evening

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After flag football practice, Dean bought some supplies in town and then headed up to the fourth floor common room. It had been a while since he'd done some cooking for whoever wandered in and wanted some food so he figured it was past time he did so. So he cooked up some burgers and had various kinds of drinks (alcholic and non) out for people to help themselves.

The tv was turned to a coverage of Hurricane Dean that Dean was half watching. He was -- probably inappropriately -- pleased that his meteorological namesake seemed to be building into such a badass.

[OOC: open with free food]