Second Floor Common Room [Late Morning]

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

After his first class, Ned had come back to the dorms without much in mind as to what to do to pass the time until his class later in the day.

After talking himself into and out of it several times, he'd finally gathered up some things he'd purchased over the weekend and trundled everything down the hall to the common room. It was empty for the time being.

Before he could talk himself out of it once more, he started baking for the first time in years. A pie, of course. A simple apple pie but it felt good to be baking again. It'd been awhile.

[Open CR is open. He'll share, of course.]

The Gym; Monday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Over the course of the weekend, after having managed to have gone a whole week without, Cal realized that he'd actually blown through half a pack of cigarettes. He supposed, on a general scale, that wasn't so bad, but, for him, with the progress he'd made and considering the reason why he'd gone through so much, it was a very bad thing indeed. So when he got to the gym, warmed up a little, and then got to his usual weights, he attacked his workout with a particular drive and ferocity that he assumed he'd regret tomorrow morning, but, for now, the adrenaline and sweat got his mind to settle for a while, and that was worth it.


[[ ooooopen, of course, for all your gymly needs! ]]

Second floor common room, late Sunday night

[cheminthehead.livejournal.com]

The genet dashed into the common room, Gladys following, and leapt onto the couch, the TV, then bounced back. "You Have Too Much Energy," she told it, holding out a hand. It leapt into it and started sharpening its claws and trilling.

That meant it was hungry (Gladys had not let it eat any of the tiny monkeys) so she started opening cupboards, looking for something to feed it. The genet immediately ran inside and started kicking things out. "That Is Not Helpful."

It ignored her, pounced on a cereal box, dragged it to the middle of the room, and started disembowelling it. "Your Manners Need Some Work."

[ooc: Beware of chaotic genet.]

The Gym, Monday Afternoon

[the_merriest]

Rikku usually liked to spar out in the preserve, but this wasn't sparring, it was punching lessons, and that meant having a few punching bags handy so they didn't just have to punch each other.

Therefore: two blonde girls were hanging out in the school gym, after classes, ready to kick some butt. Or at least punch some bags.

"Okay," Rikku said. "Have you ever fought someone, like, hand-to-hand? Any experience or whatever?"

(Expecting a Dojima, who was modded with permission. Also open for all your gym-ly needs.)