Around the Dorm and Teacher's Offices, Early Thursday Morning

[likethegun]

In the early hours of the morning, the flowers that had been purchased through the Student Council were delivered.

By the time the deliveries were done, Sam was pretty sure that if he never saw another flower again, it would be too soon.

( Flowers! Get Your Flowers! )

Names are listed in alphabetical order by first name. Japanese characters, I apologize if your first name and surname got transposed. Students, assume the flowers were left outside your rooms. Teachers, assume the flowers were left outside your offices. If I missed an order or screwed one up, e-mail me, and I'll fix it when I regain consciousness in a few hours. Feel free to leave IC comments about your flower receivals, which is totally a word at this hour of the morning, screw you Firefox. Ahem.

The Roof, Thursday Morning

[intraspective]

Ino was up on the roof bright and early and totally waiting for Liir to show up. Her pacing was looking a lot more like bouncing and every now and then she did a little spin simply for the sake of having fun.

This morning, this morning was going to be wonderful.

Flying!

[Ino's waiting for a certain boy and his broom, clearly. But it's open for all your other roof~y needs!]

Second Floor Common Room - Thursday Afternoon

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Just because she was completely oblivious and had messed up the flower-holiday didn't mean Anemone couldn't try to make it right.  Which is why she had commandeered the common room, spreading her equipment out all over the counter. 

Cookies solve everything, especially cute cookies, and if there's one thing she can do well, it's bake.


[The baking party is open for your enjoyment!]

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

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Today Triela was, perhaps, a bit overexcited. She laid out her cases as usual, because some people were still borrowing them, but she kept getting distracted by excited glances at a nondescript box she'd picked up at Wellspring Arms on Monday.

She hurriedly checked to make sure the range rules were still up before grabbing her M97 and her shiny new box and stepping up to the firing line.

As she opened the box and loaded her shotgun Triela decided that Fandom was a pretty cool place. After all, it wasn't like she'd be able to play with prototype military ammo back home. She chambered a round, aimed at a target downrange, and pulled the trigger.

When the target in question caught on fire she grinned broadly. This was going to be fun.

[OCD in the making all done.]

Third Floor Common Room: Thursday Evening

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

There was a sign near the entrance to the CR.

Single Zone:
No couples or significant others allowed.
Any couple coming in and acting cute enters at their own risk

Anyone venturing past the sign would find Mel watching horror movies. Specifically horror movies where young couples in love end up getting killed.

There was also a mug of something she was drinking that was definitely not alcoholic. Really.

[Open of course. Even to OTP couples. *glares*]