Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff had acquired crisps for the day's endeavour. He'd maybe gone a little bit overboard, leaving several horizontal surfaces covered in bags (including Nana's poor pink head, which stayed, moping, on the floor) and some bottles of soda.

However, the one thing he was truly interested in was the television. He had the remote, and he was using it to flip through the channels, trying to will images of the Portugal - Czech Republic game into being.

Stupid timezones. It had to be on any minute now.

[ open! ...yes, i know the game hasn't actually started yet. place yer bets ]

The Gym; Wednesday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal was in the gym bright and early this morning for his workout, so that he'd have plenty of time for everything else he had to do today. Which wasn't really that much to do, but he liked to take his time with things. Hated to feel rushed. Easy come, easy go.

And, for the most part, that was how he was approaching the workout today. He actually might have thrown a few punches and kicks at the bag before heading to the weight machines. Considering, though, that the only time he'd really ever thrown a punch was two years ago and he was hit by a tractor not long after, he had no idea what he was doing, and quickly went to the bench to save himself from embarrassment if anyone came in.

[[ yup, yup, open of course! ]]

4th floor common room

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Wednesday night.

Top Chef finale.

Of course Peter was camped out by a TV.

[ooc: open, as common rooms are]