Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Bowl of cereal in hand, Andrew flopped down on a couch and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels, finally landing on an episode of Dirty Jobs.

"Oh, Mike," Andrew said aloud, "I do so appreciate you reassuring me that life isn't that bad." He could always be working in a waste water treatment plant.

He sighed and tugged on his shorts. Going commando wasn't nearly as comfortable as he thought it would be.

[CR open!]

Gym; Monday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

It was Monday and Cal had managed to find the gym in the dorms, not as if it had been that hard, so it was pretty easy to assume what he was doing. Pumping weights to tick the time until he had to stop, shower, and go to class. Waxing faux intellectual in his head on the habitual nature of humans. Same old, same old.


[[ whoooo day off! open! ]]

Fifth Floor common room, Monday night

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

The first floor lobby, Monday morning

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Gladys was looming near the stairs, watching the genet.

It was tumbling madly in a pile of lingerie, twisting, jumping, pouncing in pure, almost unholy glee.

Sometime in the night, something had left a variety of underwear scattered across the lobby and draped over various bits of furniture. Gladys wasn't sure what to make of it so she simply kept watching, pondering the mysteries of rogue underwear.

[ooc: open of course! Mod your underwear if you want to find it in the lobby!]