Third floor commoon room, Late Monday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter was somewhat restless tonight. If he were in New York, he's probably go out webswinging. Unfortunately Fandom's buildings weren't tall enough. That meant late night infomercials.

"Girls Gone Wild? No thanks. Bowflex? Not for me. Shortcut to Internet Millions? Only if I can go back to before the dot com bust. Ultimate HGH? Is that even legal?"

Peter sighed. What had happened to all of the good infomercials? He continued to watch, drifting just enough into sleep that his reaction time might be a little off.

[OOC: First thread locked to Peter and a certain visitor, please, but after that open if anyone's around at this time of night. Audience participation is encouraged!]

Salle [after Fencing Club]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke trotted into the salle with his unlit lightsaber in his right hand and a "CAUTION: LIVE WEAPONS" sign in his left.

He slapped the sign onto the door and waited for Jaina to arrive, bouncing slightly on his toes.

[OOC: Luke's here for Jaina, but the salle is open for your Jedi ogling swordfighting skills needs.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[ashockingbitch]

In the kitchen area, there was a Jenny. And Jenny? Was wearing an apron. This was generally not a good thing. Luckily for other people, especially if they were looking for something to eat, she was not alone.

"Right," she said to Ronan. "Feed me, meta for Seymour."

((Open like a common room!))

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John had homework. He wasn't fond of it, so he took it to the common room where hopefully people would come by and distract him away his history textbook. That or he'd end up watching the premiere of that show about the anthropologist. Hey, the dude in the show shot a clown, it had to be good programming!

[ooc: OPEN OMG YAY Bones!]