The picnic tables in front of the dorms: Sunday afternoon

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Karal had been working in his room most of the day, but it was gorgeous outside, no sign of rain, and he was getting a bit sick of being cooped up in there, so he packed up all his papers and carried them downstairs to the picnic tables.

As it happened, they also gave him a lot more space to spread out, so that's what he did, covering one table completely.

Just in case, he made sure everything was held down with rocks so it wouldn't blow away, then settled in to writing his report to send home to Karse.

[ooc: open of course. Just FYI, he's writing in Karsite, and it looks like this.]

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

(Open!)