Fourth Floor Common Room; Early Tuesday Evening.

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A.J. was, of course, feeling creative tonight, and restless, but most of all, he was feeling hungry. He wasn't all that great or inventive with food as he was art, mostly because he actually had to put food in his body (and he shuns your arguments regarding paint fumes).

He did make a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich, though, so he was making some of those and hoping maybe others might drop in and appriciate his meager offerings, even if they were....really meager. And, if no one did show up....well, grilled cheese sandwiches was a sculpting medium he hadn't worked from yet, and to hell with anyone's views on playing with food.

There was also a ridiculously large bowl (that he painted, of course) full to the brim with M&Ms. He liked the or-range.


[[ so very, very open ]]

The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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Pacing was good, and so was smoking (arguably), when you were on edge about something; Anders just happened to be capable, believe it or not, of doing both things at once. And so he was up on the roof, pacing and smoking at the same time, trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's unsettling trip to the Underworld, or how frakking fast these last few days were going.

And maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could come up with a way to freeze time.

. . . yeah, right. He might've managed (even though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how) to knock out a demon, but that wasn't going to turn him into a miracle worker overnight or anything.

Stupid time, and its stubborn insistence on moving forward.

[OOC: Anders and Bel's thread locked to them, but the roof is open for all your roof needs, emo or non-emo.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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At the counter in the common room, Ronan was just grating some cheddar cheese to go along with the pot of chili he had simmering; it was just about finished, so the smells should, by this time, be making their way through the dorms, as food smells tend to do. There were some rolls, too, that he'd handwavily picked up, both white and wheat.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be. :D Come! Eat!]

The stables: Late Tuesday afternoon

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Karal arrived at the stables, cheerful because Altra was back, even if he'd woken only long enough to eat several tins of salmon and was now snoring on his bed again.

It only took him a moment to notice something was missing.

"Where is my horse?"

[ooc: it is open, though first for the missing horse aka myself]