Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

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Chris woke up and decided he was hungry. Not wanting to wake Lana, he headed down the hall to the common room and poked around until he found everything he needed to make pancakes.

Knowing that food drew people about of the woodwork around here, he set about making a lot.



[Open, as common rooms are. Chris is *not* suddenly 20 years older, but he'll happily WTF at anyone who is :)]

School Grounds, Sunday afternoon

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Johnny Storm was back. He was back, smokin' hot (in more ways that one ha ha), and single. He took a moment to look around, trying to find anything at all that had changed about Fandom since he left. 

Nope. Nothing. It all looks the same. 

He chuckled, "Weeeeeird."

[totally open.]

Gym, Sunday Afternoon

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

Armed with a bottle of water and a towel, John had headed down to the gym for his daily workout. Just because he was on vacation didn't mean he could afford to slack off. Besides, he knew it would be a while before Rodney got himself together after their trip and maybe he'd see some old friends.

Like his room, the gym was just as he remembered it. As he ran laps, John wondered if the students here still had a flag football club.

[ooc: No official practice, yet again. Also, no new pretty, but now he looks just like his icons, omg how is JF 40?]

2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

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After waking up and finding himself twenty years in the past, because of course a Fandom reunion would have something bizarre like that happen, Bridge finds himself wondering if anyone else who was supposed to be at the reunion also ended up in this time.

And what better way to find out than to head to the dorms, where everyone was supposed to stay for the duration of the visit? Bridge heads for the common room on his old floor and flops down on a couch. The last time he'd been in a common room was... okay, last week, but that was because he'd been giving the newest group of recruits a tour of the Academy headquarters. But for now he's sitting flipping through channels, looking for something interesting to watch.

The Roof, After Sunset

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Andrew had spent most of the day cloaked in shadows, walking about the island and thinking of how pathetic his life used to be. "I shouldn't have come back. Attending the reunion was a foolish idea."

A dark and disembodied voice answered him back, saying in a drawn-out whisper, "But speak the words and Master will be away from here. Time and space are nothing to Rubicante."

"No," Andrew replied. "I'll play out these memories -- see what lies at the end of this little cosmic hoax."

"Ut vos votum," the voice replied.

"That's right. As I wish." Andrew spoke a few guttural words in a language long dead and the shadows lifted, taking the source of the voice with it.

He stood there, aged but a little, and looked out over the island. To those who can sense such things, even the air about him seemed to ripple with dark malevolence.


[ooc: Roof open! Feel free to chat up the Andrew.]

The Salle, Sunday evening

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Master Qui-Gon Jinn gave a smile of fond remembrance as he stepped into the salle. It had been a long time, but it didn't look or feel any different.

For old times sake he retrieved his light saber (and hadn't that been a step back into memory, having to leave it in the weapons locker?) and began to run through a solo kata with it.

[ooc: open! And no particular Qui-Gon icons for this thing -- he just now looks a lot more like the icons I already have. ;)]