The Stables, Wednesday afternoon

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When Karal had left Andrew, he'd gone down to the stables and he'd been there ever since. Being with Trenor made him feel better, no matter what was happening, and he'd spent the day polishing tack and his horse until both gleamed.

As he leaned on the stall door, his realisation from earlier came back to him. "Altra, do you think you could go and find Aravis?"

:I don't want to leave you alone,: the 'cat protested.

"I'll be fine, Altra. Please? Trenor and I will hear anyone who comes by."

Grumbling, Altra went, Jumping out. Ten minutes later, he Jumped back. :She's on her way.:

Karal nodded and tacked Trenor up, before leading him out of his stall.

[ooc: just for the person that was fetched, please.]

Fourth Floor Stairwell, Late Wednesday Night

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If there was a terribly inconvenient place to sit, it was in a stairwell. Still, Friday was sitting roughly halfway between the third and fourth floors on the stairs. He had a couple of books on Antarctica beside him, a map spread across his legs and a pen in his hand, marking a trail on the map.

He was probably up to something, but at least he was doing it quietly.

[OOC: Open as stairwells are. Can one close a stairwell aside from in case of zombie and/or raptor attack?]

Second floor common room, Thursday night

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It was summer, it was a week without classes, and they were still in Antarctica. Yes, Brooke was still pouting. Not only that, but when she plopped herself in the common room with a blanket and popcorn to veg out, she found the Travel Channel was showing a whole lot of beach programming.

"Sure," she grumbled. "Rub salt in the wound, why don'tcha."


[Open as CR's tend to be.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

[raspberryturk]

Reno was in a pretty good mood tonight, really. And so he decided that tonight was going to be the night that he named his ferret.

He just... still had no clue how to go about doing so.

That was why Reno and ferret were both plopped down on the couch in the fourth floor common room, flipping through channels on the television set. While Reno doubted that there was a program on the TV that was specifically geared toward ferret-naming, perhaps inspiration could strike at any moment.

In the meantime, there was a murder mystery on the TV. And a baby ferret trying to bury the remote under the couch cushions.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]