The Gym, Monday Afternoon

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam needed to clear his head a bit and a workout in the gym seemed the perfect solution.

After stretching for a bit, Adam grabbed a practice staff and moved through a few routines that he'd remembered from his earlier years of training.

[OOC: Open!]

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]

Second Floor Common Room: Monday Afternoon

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had a Really Useful Book. Unfortunately, the fact that its only page was a snippet about remembering the things one's mother had said made the aforementioned Really Useful Book... somewhat less than useful. This had to be rectified. It was high time the book got some new pages.

Therefore, Valentine was flipping through television stations, listening to snippets from daytime soaps and trying to pick out anything that might be considered good advice. Clearly, he needed some assistance. The book was looking scared.

(Open!)

The Basement [Monday evening]

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

Pam had turned off her cell phone to avoid calls from Roy about their sons beating up someone else, or from Angela about how Michael had started another fire out of missing Ryan. She had more important things to do today.

So she waited in the basement near the pool, holding a few tiny bottles in her right hand.

[for Jim omg.]

The roof, Monday after sunset

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

Blaze headed back up to the roof after a day out in town. It was amazing how little things had changed in twenty years, but interesting to see where other people had ended up with their lives, or had stayed the same.

He leaned back against the ledge and watched the stars come out and the town flicker in the darkness as a best of the Carpenters marathon played through the tiny speakers in his portable radio.

He still didn't have good taste in music.


(OOC: Post open.)