Laundry Room, Saturday morning-noonish

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky was sitting cross-legged in a chair he'd pulled in front of the 3 washers he had going, reading a book and waiting for said washers to be done so he could dry his clothes, and his... somewhat-soiled bedsheets.

He was clad in only a pair of boxers and a tight red t-shirt.

No, he normally wasn't one of those kinds of people, but his laundry had piled up on him without him really noticing, and he found to his dismay that he didn't have any clean pants when going to change them after Eddie the seagull handwavily crapped on them. He'd been too irritated to handle the problem last night, so there he was this morning, washing his clothes.

In boxers. And a tight red t-shirt.

[Open in case you'd have any reason to stumble upon Sky in the laundry room, la~]

The boiler room, Saturday late morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After Wyatt had dumped her in the boiler room last night, Isabel had managed to find the door in the dark. She'd thought it would be simple enough to use her powers to get it open. Except she couldn't. Either she was too stressed to focus properly, or the school had a door made of depleted uranium.

The panic attack that followed was not fun.

Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.

Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.

[ooc: For one please.]

Salle [late afternoon]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke had energy to burn and nothing to keep him occupied, so he wandered down to the salle, slapped a "Caution: Live Fire. Knock Before Entering" sign on the door, and warmed up before flicking his four remotes to life and beginning a sparring session.

He was heading back to see Yoda soon. It wouldn't do to be caught unprepared.

[OOC: Open like a salle would be!]