2nd Floor Common Room, early afternoon

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Johnny Castle set up his record player. Amazing that it was just there. And playing the music softly, he sort of laid around, waiting for his first dance partner to show up. Sometimes he hated his job. He had great ideas, he just never got to push them.

Today however, he might get in a bit of his own kind of dancing. What? If no one was around to tell him otherwise, he'd damn well do as he pleased.

[yo, CR open!] 

Second Floor Girl's Bathroom; Saturday Morning.

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Mary didn't have a whole lot of time that morning to process many things that went beyond the terrible, awful feeling in her stomach. Thankfully, she seemed to have woken up with enough time that she could scurry her way to the nearest toilet before she'd be left with a big giant mess of up-chuck to clean up. She made it, but, somehow, groaning as she slumped in the stall and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, making it didn't necessarily make her feel any better. Her hand drifted to her stomach. Maybe she ate some bad pizza, or something.

Mary blinked. Another swell of nausea rose up inside of her, but it didn't go anywhere. What she was experiencing right now might be something like a divine revelation of sorts. Didn't she see this on a movie the other night with her mom? Valerie Bertanelli's voice drifted through Mary's mind: ... I'd been throwing up every morning... Oh, no.... ... And hadn't had my period in two months. No, no, no.... ... I thought I was pregnant.

Mary groaned, leaning her head against the wall. It couldn't be; it just couldn't! But Valerie wasn't done.

So I took the pregnancy test. I found out I wasn't pregnant. It was cancer.

That was it! A pregnancy test, of course. Mary knew what she had to do, and got up to go do it.

After a moment, she realized, slumping over the toilet again.


[[ open, sure, if you're in the area and are curious about the frequent vomitting. Turtle has become Mary from the movie Saved! ]]

Third floor common room, Saturday afternoon

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After waking up this morning, Hermoine went intop the common room. She didn't like anyone because of her rebellious nature, but they all seemed to love her so she thought she should give them what they wanted until she got bored. All the girls were jealous because they wanted to be here and all the guys wanted to be with her and no one could evar tame her.

She took a seat on the sofa that wasn't worthy to be sat on, but whatever, and started flipping through channels using magic. The remote stayed on the table. She had learned new magic that meant she didn't need a wand or anything,a nd she could just do stuff. Because even if books were stupid she was just street smart.

Hermoine stopped when she got to one of the MTV channels that played music. They were playing her FAVORITE MCR song.


[Hermione Sue is back! In a different, Bitchiwitch incarnation, but she- and the typos involved- should still turn my brain into liquid. Open!]

The stables: Late Friday night

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It was a very tipsy Karal who staggered down to the stables. He just wanted to make sure Trenor was all right.

Trenor, as it happened, was fine. Though his ears shot forward with astonishment at seeing his person so late at night. "You're a good horse, aren't you? You're the best horse. Gift from the Sunlord," he said, stroking Trenor's nose.

Good horse were words he knew, and he snorted, nudging Karal.

Who just about fell over. "Not nice," he protested, grabbing at the stall and Trenor's mane. "The stables are spinny."

Trenor sighed and hung his head over the stall door so Karal could pat him.

It was nice in the stables, and warm, and it reminded him of home. Between that and the alcohol, it wasn't long before he was curled up on a haybale next to Trenor's stall, fast asleep and snoring.

[ooc: just establishy.]

Fifth floor, Saturday morning

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Rath rolled over in bed, waking up - wait. Bed? There was a bed.

And, apparently, a dorm room. Not in the sewers.

The room got a cursory glance, and then a rather closer one at the pictures on the wall. Since when had Lonnie gone for the preppie look? Not to mention Zan... and anyway, what the hell were those pictures doing here when he'd never seen the place before?

Something very weird was going on here, and Rath didn't like it. He barely bothered to fix his hair before stalking out into the main building to find someone to give him some answers.

[ooc: Michael is now Rath, his duplicate clone self. Rath is... um. An amoral, murderous - though only for a good reason, or what he considers one - horndog punk. :D? This post is open!]

The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

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Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

Second floor common room, late Saturday afternoon

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After fleeing flouncing away from escaping the crazy pregnant woman he'd somehow woken up beside, Christian set out to explore this place. He was hungry but soon discovered the common room on the second floor and a fridge packed with food, to which he helped himself. Whoever brought him to this place obviously owed it to him to feed him.

He settled on the couch with a plate of food, making himself at home and turning on the TV. Oooh, ANTM marathon.

Fifth floor coomon room, Saturday night

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Henry was still hungry and not much more illuminated to where he was. He had found a room that looked like it was a lounge of some kind and was hoping that he'd run into someone who could tell him something.

Or, at the least, who could offer him a bite.

The Roof: Saturday Evening

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After seeing a wee and colonial version of his roommate this morning, Jamie had handwavily spent the day wandering the dorm to find out exactly what was going on. It didn't take him long to realize that it was happening again.

His first stop after the realization was the boiler room, but the crystal shard that caused the problem last year was completely gone. Lacking any other... sane resource, Jamie headed to the roof to make contact with the one person who would know exactly what is going on.

It had been a long time since he dialed this phone number. He only hoped that the specific person back in New York would pick up.

[ooc: First thread locked to... well one "person". Open after that.]