First Floor Lobby; All Day Wednesday.

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There was a table, there were clipboards, there were big signs with glitter and a little safebox for money. Turtle Wexler? Was in her element, bouncing excitedly as she made sure to meticulously keep everything set up nicely, with the yearbooks and the glitter to go along with the theme of Fandom memories and maybe inspire some people to share them if they wanted to help with how the StuCo was going to make everything work. And, of course, there was doughnuts and cookies and cupcakes and tea and coffee and Squishies.

Well, Turtle had thought to bring Squishies because it was kind of her thing, after all, but then she had left out considering that they needed to stay cold. So there was Squishy flavored water.

The clipboards were neatly arranged for sign-ups for carnival booths, and the voting box was ready to receive last minute nominations for court before the polls went up tomorrow.

Turtle cracked her knuckles, and settled in, ready to sell what tickets remained and be a successful representative of her Fandom High Student Council. Oh-em-gee, YAY!!!

[[ plz be waiting for the OCD, it is up! *copy-pastas from Peter*: Each student can nominate two boys and two girls from their class for the Homecoming Court. The voting on the finalists will go up Thursday night and the Court will be announced at the dance. And I'll include the links for the booths, too. ]]

[[ also, up early because I work ridiculously early for how late I'm up right now, see OOC for more wonderful, sleep deprived details ]]

Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

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The fifth floor wasn't really Cassandra's floor, but she had handwavily agreed to meet Namine there. She was busy moving furniture out of the way to create as wide an open space as possible. Somehow this meant that most of the seating was pushed out into a circle around her clear space.

After a critical look over her work Cassandra nodded to herself and idly went through a few stretching routines, waiting for her friend's arrival.

[ooc: Cassandra's here to teach Namine something about how to dance, but she'd be glad to teach anyone else who asked her too. Or, you know, do the other things that you do in a common room.]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

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Wyatt had returned to his room only to find it missing. Well, not the whole room, but all his possessions. Of course, there was flailing -- until he found his belongings in his new room, 226. He suspected Anders had something to do with it. There would be revenge, oh yes. Then again, it made moving easier.

For now, he was comfortably lounging on the common room couch, flipping through the channels until he landed on the CW and "America's Next Top Model." And there he stayed. Because nothing could be more entertaining that bitchy women who weren't allowed to smoke.

Cheerleader Practice, Wednesday, Afternoon, Gym

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Buffy was looking unusually unbouncy today, but she was in the gym at the right time, and had arranged everything for maximum cheer.


ooc: wait for it! OCD is up, come cheer!

The roof: Dawn, Wednesday morning

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It had been a long time since Karal had undertaken formal morning prayers. While the church had many elaborate rituals, Vkandis Sunlord didn't demand them and here, away from the Temple, they became part of whatever else he happened to be doing.

This morning, however, he felt the need.

Pre-dawn saw him standing near the edge of the roof, dressed in formal robes, patiently waiting. When the sun appeared over the horizon, he closed his eyes, reciting the words of the Dawn Rites in low, even tones, head tilted back to follow the rising sun - and he could feel it, even through the clouds - as it moved across the sky.

Gradually, his voice trailed into silence and he simply stood, breathing slow and even, until he opened his eyes and smiled.

Completely at peace, he let his hands fall to his sides and gazed out over the ocean.

[ooc: it is an open roof and an open post.]