Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[wanna-be-lucas.livejournal.com]

After waking up with an annoying back ache, Lucas padded out to the common room to see if there was anything decent to eat. He made himself some cereal and spread out on the couch, whining something about cocoa puffs and how no one could possibly feel his pain.

He turned the TV on. Maybe some sappy movies would make him feel better.

[ooc: open! mmmm, boys with girl pain! *is cruel*]

4th floor common room, all day Saturday

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky had slept badly. Sometime around midnight he'd woken up with the most horrible, uncomfortable, bloaty and crampy feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what he could have eaten that made him so uncomfortable, and swallowing a few antacids didn't seem to help matters. He'd finally fallen into a very uneasy sleep a few hours later, only to rise at his usual early time feeling... not like himself. He was downright depressed, almost wanting to cry, for no real reason. Sky NEVER wanted to cry. His worries about Dru, which had begun to ease yesterday, had returned and smacked him even worse, though he couldn't have said why.

Sky finally went out to the lobby and made a pitcher of hot tea, pouring himself a mug and leaving the rest out on the table with a card reading "Free tea to anyone who wants, from Sky in 407" in neat handwriting attached. He then curled up miserably on the couch, armed with a stack of borrowed comic books, his tea, and a bowl of popcorn. He flicked through the TV channels, settling on a news channel for background noise, and began to read. He wondered vaguely if this was anxiety, or... something else.

[Open, as a common area is. Poor PMSy Sky.]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Midday

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had gotten bored of cooking upstairs, so when he thought he'd make some lunch for people on Saturday, he handwavily called Peter and asked him to meet him down in the second floor common room. Of course, then Ronan had needed to explain why he was carrying a long wooden staff not dirty, and they hadn't yet gotten around to cooking.

"One of my friends sent it to me this morning," he explained. "I think I may have mentioned Filif at some point? The one who looks like a Christmas tree."

[OOC: First thread locked to Ronan, Peter, and a third person, but then open like a common room after that!]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had woken up this morning feeling terrible. So, oddly enough, he had no trouble rolling over and sleeping through the entire day.

And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.

Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.

Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.

(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)

Fourth Floor Hallway, Saturday Night

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

It was a dare. It was just a silly dare, but there was an Andrew, shirtless, running, and screaming down the hall with JOHN SHEPPARD HAS GIRL HAIR written across his chest and back. He really hoped he didn't look as bloated as he felt.

[ooc: Feel free to wtf at Andrew]