Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning (before classes)

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

It was early.

It was really really early.

Too early for Jeff to be in the common room, watching more old horror movies. He was snoozing a little bit; and upon close inspection, one might be able to notice the fact that it was a little hard for him to move, considering the very large Saint Bernard who was literally sleeping on his legs.

[ open like a common room, y0 ]

Martial Arts Club, Gym, Monday

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Billy was wearing a Gi, which he'd neglected to wear the other days. There was no particular reason. He was also holding a padded bo staff.

"Today we get weapons." he said with a smile. "Don't take the padding off. That'd be bad. Otherwise, have at it!"

[Wait for OCD is up.]

First Floor Lobby, Early Monday Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

At some point, a table was set up in the front lobby, complete with many pussy willows and small dixie cups full of water. There were plenty for everyone, and the cups were obviously refillable.

A neatly lettered sign was taped to the table. It said "Happy Dyngus Day!" and told people to go swat and splash people with impunity.

[ooc: Go forth and flirt! Remember, light taps and small splashes, and not without the other player's consent, but this can happen anywhere, not just in this post.]

4th floor common room, Monday evening (after Martial Arts Club)

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky was being stealthy as he slunk to the common room in his incognito disguise after Martial Arts club- well, as stealthy as a 6-foot-tall, goateed man in a red work shirt, jeans and a cowboy hat could be. Time to partake in a very secret, insanely-guilty pleasure of his, which he'd wanted to do last week, but it hadn't been a good time.

Armed with a bowl of popcorn, a book and his class notes, Sky snuggled into a couch and turned the TV on, looking secretively gleeful. If anybody came in, he'd swear he just had this particular show on for background noise while reading/studying. Or that he had a gremlin bite. Yes, that would work. He clutched the remote as trumpet music and an announcer's voice filled the room-

"Live from Hollywood! This is Dancing with the Stars!" or whatever the meta version is if it exists.

[Open as a common room is. Yes, I am engaging in a bit of shameless pepperjacking (i.e. projecting my own tastes onto a character) here.]