Third floor common room, Saturday morning

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After becoming possibly the first example of anyone ever actually receiving cosmic punishment for deleting a chain e-mail, Peter reached the common room, still wearing the shirt and sleep pants he woke up in. Sadly they weren't red and blue to match the icon and video but you don't always get what you want.

Peter felt so happy that he HAD to dance in what could be described as a 'gay, gay way', and he wanted to share that happiness with everyone. He continued to do this for a while, just dancing and humming the music that was in his head. He was definitely going to be hiding this afternoon after the curse wore off.

[OOC: Open as a CR, but WARNING: Watching Peter dance while he's under this curse will, in fact, make you gay. Temporarily, at least. Any characters who watch this will feel the incredible urge to kiss someone of the same gender. Once they do so, the urge will go away. You know, unless they already were gay. Or they just find that they kind of like it. Sorry guys, but Peter himself isn't up for kissing. He's too busy dancing.

Honestly, I've been waiting to do something like this for two years now. That's just sad.

ETA: Ha. The day I do something I actually get a call from a friend. Back in a few hours. Feel free to go on without me and mod Peter as continuing to dance.

Son of ETA: Back now, and going to ping in everywhere. Wheee!]

Saturday Morning - Bathroom - 1/26/08

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He'd done his best to keep his things neat, but it was time to do some laundry.

...and unfortunately, no one's told him about washing machines.

A quick trip to the store had provided a bit of soap and a scrub brush so here he was, stripped to the waist and in his old trousers with his arms elbow-deep in hot, soapy water. Truth to tell, he might have done this anyway even if someone had mentioned the laundry room to him; after all, it was good to do something simple and physical and repetitive. His mind was comfortably blank as he ran the brush over the cloth and focusing on the careful cleaning job made sure he didn't think about other things.

[ooc: very much open!]

The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

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His skills were getting rusty, Haku could tell as he went through his movements, calling up his ice mirrors and trying to shatter each one with a single hit from his throwing needles.

So far he'd only managed to break four out of fifteen.

He was very disappointed in himself and it was obvious to him that he wouldn't be able to take on a real fight at this rate.

[Open!]

The Roof, Saturday [1/26]

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Cassandra stood on the roof looking out over the edge. She had agreed to meet Ino later, but she had plenty of time to think while she waited. She had been putting off thinking about the weekend when she was not herself, and it was something she needed to do. This was as good a chance as any.

[ooc: Open like the roof tends to be.]