Sunday, January 6th, 2008

[identity profile] twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com
Completely oblivious to yesterday's influx of new kids, Zack emerged from his room, and made his way down to the common room in a search for caffeine.

Coffee in hand, Zack turned on the television and flipped through the channels in search of something interesting. Mmm, Bitterwoman reruns.

[Open, as a common room is.]
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana had been up and out early to go running, a habit she'd slowly started to get back into a couple of months ago, after letting it slip when Connor left. After her run she'd decided to go into the gym and do some weights and try the heavy bag for a while. Despite being sore and a little bruised from her Friday lesson with Ino, or maybe because of it, she'd felt she could use a little extra work-out.


[Open as gyms are!]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
New term, new students, seemed like a good time to try and get back in the habit of his cooking brunch for all comers. Also, seemed like a good potential way to meet some more of the newbies.

So here he was, cooking up bacon and eggs and pancakes, while listening to Back in Black on his portable stereo which he'd brought out. There may have been some singing along too.

[open as cr's are wont to be. free food to all comers]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Karal had said he could.

And someone else had mentioned that this place was in an ocean. An ocean! The very idea of it. He couldn't help but think of Kumbricia and the flood, of all that water rushing in, more water than he'd ever seen in his life, and great churning waves like the ones that had taken Dorothy's parents, or so she'd said. The Witch had mentioned Restwater a time or two, as had Dorothy, but he'd never seen such a thing.

That was why he was on the broom. And because Karal had said, blatantly, that he could. And that way, he was up high away from the ocean. Up high, so he could see it and get a view and really see if there was no land within sight in one direction, or if someone had lied to him.

He wouldn't put it past anyone, after all.

It was good to fly, good to be free of the earth and free of concerns and just plain free. He'd have to land eventually, since his stomach was rumbling and he'd need to go get some of the food he'd taken from the picnic out of his little hiding place in the room (Karal had mentioned a cafeteria, but why not plan for all eventualities?), but for now, he was a creature of Air.

[very much open for anyone, air or ground]
[identity profile] takingthedayoff.livejournal.com
It was Saturday. What was the point of sleeping on a Saturday night when that's what you could use Sunday for? It wasn't like they had classes until Monday. That was Ferris' reasoning for being up unreasonably late, dressed in his bathrobe, and in the 3rd floor common room. The TV wasn't on in case the people next door wanted to sleep. Besides, he was busy turning the room into one giant blanket and pillow fort. This activity was much quieter and still managed to fulfil his need for controlled chaos.

Plus, sometimes Ferris was a big kid.
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[personal profile] raspberryturk
After ascertaining his roomie was a total freak, Reno had decided that he had to get out of his room for a bit, stretch his legs, and get himself something to eat.

So there he was in the fifth-floor common room, a bowl of nuked noodles in his hand. The only thing that could have completed the meal would have been some sort of booze, but he'd take what he could get. Maybe he'd stop by that place with the zombies that didn't card, later.

For now, he was going to just pace about anxiously. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something up, and Turk instinct had him paranoid that he might have been followed, for whatever reason.

[[Open, as common rooms are!]]

Around the dorms

Sunday, January 6th, 2008 05:07 pm
[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com
Signs appearing around the dorms:

FLAG FOOTBALL TRY-OUTS!*

Next Sunday!
January 13!
Noon!
In the gym!
Which is where athletic-type things happen!
In case you didn't know what a gym was!


BE THERE!!!!!**

* By which we mean trying out for the flag football teams***, not trying out flag football as a concept. Though you could do that too, certainly.

** Statement only intented as encouragement and not an order of any kind.

*** BLUE RULES!!!!


[ooc: NFI, unless your character wishes to react to the signs.]

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