Very late Wednesday night / Early Thursday morning - Roof

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Rikku was thinking. She wasn't sure why she couldn't sleep, but she couldn't, dang it, so here she was, up on the roof, looking at the stars.

It wasn't necessarily bad thinking. Just ... a little quieter than she was used to. Trying to sort out a few things and find where she was, under it all.

The roof was open, as roofs tend to be, and Rikku would welcome anyone else awake who wanted to stop by and talk.

The Range - Girls With Guns [Thursday, 5pm]

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Triela was grinning when she arrived early at the range. Last week had been pretty fun, really, and she was looking forward to this one too. She made sure the range rules were posted and started setting out her weapons.

Then she set out a few gun cleaning kits. Some people were new, and they didn't know about this part yet. Also, she could totally get her guns cleaned and have other people do all the work.

[OCD on the way has arrived.]

Third Floor Common Room; Thursday, Noonish.

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Chad was making soup for his lunch, and Prince Oscar Pedro was helping. Helping, apparently, meant curling up on the counter amongst all of the light scattering of tools and supplies and ingredients that Chad was using, chewing on a sprig of parsley with his naked rat tail flopping happily, barely avoiding knocking over a stirring spoon, purring up a storm, while Chad talked to him in Japanese, waxing on ideas for what to maybe do for Teddy for Valentine's Day. Chad wasn't exactly finding Prince Oscar Pedro helpful on the matter, as he wasn't doing anything more the sitting there, purring, chewing, unless Chad asked a question about the soup instead of about love, at which case the kitten would let out a meow for or against adding onions or more carrots.



[[ open as common rooms be; there will more than enough soup to share, and, hey, you don't even have to worry about any cat fur getting into it! ]]

out on the grass - thursday morning - 2/7/08

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It wasn't too cold. Nor too hot.

There was some sun... but not enough to bother the eyes. Just enough to warm with its touch.

As such, Liir lay spread out on the grass, enjoying it for the sake of itself. His hands were under his head and the grass was under that, faintly springy and still damp from the morning in a few places. He almost slipped out of himself a few times, but he kept himself grounded by gripping the handle of the broom. If there was ever anything solid, it was that. His bag sat beside him, full of books he should probably read, but he wasn't in the mood for the moment. Right now, happily, he could be.

And so, he just was.

[open!]

5th floor common room, Thursday after classes

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Annette didn't have any classes today and it was a good thing too. She slept all afternoon, too sick with being hungover to do much else. Now though, she needed something in her system and after a quick shower and brushing of her teeth, she padded into the common room in her pink bunny slippers and headed for the kitchen to fix herself a hot cup of tea. 

When it was finished, she held her cup between her hands and sat down on the couch, muting the tv before she started to flip through the channels with the remote.

[It's a CR so it is open, yo.]

The Gym, Thursday Afternoon

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He arrived in the gym on time and was a little surprised that Jaina wasn't already there. He considered that he was early, but really, there wasn't much of a chance of that. She'd seemed rather serious about this whole sparring thing.

Or at least she'd seemed interested in knocking him down repeatedly - same difference.

Ever a patient guy, John took his time stretching out before taking a few swings at the heavy bag while he waited.

[ooc: Open! Entertain John while he is stood up, or you know, use the gym in other ways while ignoring him.]