The Stables: Saturday, mid-morning

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"You're too tall." Karal put his hands on his hips, looking up at Trenor, who was looking down at him with astonishment.

Trenor stretched his neck down to nuzzle Karal's hair, as if assuring himself it was, in fact, Karal, and snorted. His person was very, very small.

Karal giggled and pushed his nose away. "Trenor! That tickles!" he told the horse reproachfully. Trenor whuffled his hair again. "You're too big for me to get a saddle on by myself." And he wasn't supposed to ride the horses in the stable. His Da had said. But this was different. Trenor was his horse, and besides - he looked around guiltily - Da wasn't here.

With only a little bit of difficulty, he got the stall door open, the halter and lead hanging neatly over his shoulder. Trenor was too tall for him to get that on, either. "I can't reach," he said, frowning, and held the halter out.

With a deeply put upon sigh, Trenor shoved his nose into the halter, keeping his head low enough that Karal could reach up over his ears and buckle it on.

"Good boy." Karal patted his nose and clipped on the lead rope. "Now we're going to go outside, because you can't stand in your stall all day."

Trenor followed, keeping his head low so he could watch Karal, lifting each hoof very carefully so he didn't step on his now very small person. As Karal led him out of the stable, Trenor sighed again, looking longingly back at his stall.

It's possible he might have a bad feeling about this.

[ooc: just establishy]

Outside the dorms: Saturday afternoon

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Karal and Trenor had been all over the island, and now they were back where they'd started. Karal was laughing as they cantered across the grass and jumped a tipped over garbage bin.

He'd got to spend all day riding, and there were exciting places to explore and there was no one to get him in trouble for anything. This was just the best day ever.

The tilt of Trenor's ears indicated he wasn't so sure about that, but he was bearing it, and Karal, with good humour.

[ooc: open, and pony rides are totally available.]

2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Yesterday, Meg had been nice and made everyone breakfast.

Today, Savannah decided that she was going to make breakfast for everyone.

However, she was much smaller than Meg and couldn't reach the stove -- which some people would probably be thankful for.

Instead, she had pulled out every kind of cookie, candy or sweet that she had found. The tables were covered with all kinds of sugary goodness -- including tubes of the colored sugar that one used to decorate cookies and cupcakes. Savannah liked the blue sugar. It was obvious because she was wearing some of it on her face and dress.

After she had pulled everything out, she sat in front of the TV and started looking for cartoons as she happily munched away.


[[Open! And yes, Savannah intends to share the massive amounts of sugar and sweets with all of the kids]]

First Floor Lobby, Sunday Morning

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Dawn cuddled deeper into the couch she was on, dreaming and content in the knowledge that she'd been a good watcher and helped Mel with her sacred duty. On the floor was a pile of papers with drawings and scribbles and some basic words, showing how impressive the fighting had been. So impressive, in fact, that she'd fallen asleep right where she'd been when she finished helping Mel.

Mel had fallen asleep there, too, and was curled around her plastic squeaky scythe and sucking her thumb, hopefully happy in the knowledge that all vampire dust bunnies were no more, and that she had made Fandom safe for the night.

Between them, there was an empty pickle jar, full of nothing but slighty green-tinged pickle brine.

[ooc: Open as lobbies are. Weetiny slayer modded with permission. No pickles were harmed in the making of this post.]

Flag Football Practice: Gym, Sunday Noon

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John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Dorm Grounds [all afternoon]

[sith_happened]

After a bath (Anakin's idea) and a stop to wrap Luke completely in bubble wrap (Luke's idea, but Anakin wasn't exactly objecting after watching Luke jump off his bed, his desk, the top landing of the stairs, and the kitchen table), Luke and Anakin were now out in front of the dorms.

Luke yanked on Anakin's hand. "X-Wing, Daddy!" he demanded.

"Very well," Anakin said, laying down on the ground. "Arms out," he said.

Giggling, Luke putting his arms out straight as Anakin balanced Luke over his head.

"Now the other part," Luke demanded, looking down at him and making starfighter noises.

Anakin grinned up at him, then reached into the Force and pushed Luke straight into the air, where he flew to just about level with the tree tops.

Luke shrieked with glee as he was safely caught. "AGAIN!"

[OOC: Open for anyone whose weetiny would be interested in the Jedi version of airplane.]

First Floor Lobby: Early Sunday evening

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A small puppet stage had been set up and to the side was a sign that said:

Multiple Madrox Productions is proud to present:

Casa: The cranky Doctor who has a cane

A puppet show

( May be inappropriate for children )

Luckily for all the little tots watching the puppet show there are plenty of sugary treats for them to partake as they hopefully misunderstand everything that just went on.

[ooc: small ocd is coming up!]

Fourth Floor Common Room, evening

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It's best not to ask where Marco had spent most of his weekend. Most of his clothes and half his room was covered in mud. But Marco didn't want to take a bath, so he figured a different way to get clean quickly. Which is why there was a baby polar bear in the common room, jumping up on all the furniture.

The Landing of the Second Floor Stairs, Late Sunday Afternoon.

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Adah stood with her hand curled tightly against a side of the wall, at the very top of the stairs leading up to the second floor landing. She'd been standing there, actually, for quite some time; her hand was clenched so much that her knuckles were white. She'd just been standing there, staring slightly down at the stairs. Staring, unmoving, indecisive. The only signs of life, actually, that the stock still girl with the crooked posture and the unblinking stare seemed to show was her steady breathing and the occasion shifting of her fingers, as if trying to resituate them into a tighter ball. There were a lot of stairs. She kind of wanted to go play at the clinic like she knew she should, but all those stairs.

Finally, she took a deep breath. For the first time in at least a half hour, she took a very careful, tentative step...

...As soon as her toes touched the next step, she jerked it back.

Okay. Not so ready as she thought. Adah swallowed hard, picturing nothing more than her little crooked body failing to keep footing, falling down, crumbling down each step, and winding up a great big tangle of useless limbs at the bottom. It was definitely more than just her knuckles that were white now; the girl was as pale as a ghost.

And not moving again for at least a little bit longer. Maybe she should just go back to her room. She didn't know.

So she was just going to stand there some more. Staring. Deciding.

[[ open, clearly, as, hello, stairs, though I might be wont to disappearing in a bit ]]

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[dark_slippy_thing]

Today was a very important sort of day.

Today, Valentine had been hit by inspiration! Great inspiration! So many children! So much potential!

Today was the sort of day that Valentine required a non-whip, low-fat soy latté to get through...

Because Star Director Ricardo Valenteen had delusions of Fandom Chickie grandeur.

[OCD is up. Come be a movie star!]

Shooting Range, Sunday Evening

[withoutverona]

Romeo felt very important and very big as he walked up to the gun range and opened the door. He'd been carrying his toy gun around all day, and now he'd get to prove he had the best aim!

This was the best weekend ever.

"I think we aren't supposed to shoot at each other," he cautioned the two blondes and redheaded boy as they entered.

[OOC: For certain others, but open.]