The Dorm Stairwell, Monday Afternoon

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Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

4th Floor Common Room [Monday Night]

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Triela was seated in a chair in the common room with a small leather-bound journal in front of her. She was making a series of notes. Hillshire was going to want a report from her soon, and she figured that having some notes about her first week would be useful.

She wasn't trying to hide what she was doing, and her hand-writing was more than legible, it was downright elegant (Hillshire had picked calligraphy for hand-eye coordination training).

-Roommate is a civilian, should be interesting.
-Teachers seem knowledgable in their fields, may learn something.
-Student body is... odd, very odd.
-Things to do: find sparring partner, find shooting partner, inquire about CQB training facilities.
-Note to self: find out status of girls at home, esp. H and R.

She paused to pour herself another cup of tea and gather her thoughts before getting back to work.

[Common room!]

Third Floor Common Room - Monday evening - 1/14/08

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Liir was sacked out on the couch in the common room, reading the book from Millie; he hoped to have it finished before he went to work on Friday so he could tell Millie what he thought of it.

He looked a little different than he had previously; the oversize broadcloth was gone, replaced by a deep green wool sweater and a pair of fitted jeans. He'd also been wearing his new shoes earlier, but those had been left in his room as he was attempting to keep them unscuffed.

The television was off, mostly because he didn't know what it was, but every few minutes his eyes flicked towards the screen. He kept seeing things in the dark glass, images at the corner of his eye, but he dismissed them and kept up with his book.

[open!]