Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Morning.

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Even though it was still probably early enough in the morning to cancel out any idea of 'laziness,' Turtle Wexler decided that, since she had no classes today and was already up and kind of hyper, she'd have a lazy sort of day, lounging in the common room in the PJs, slippers propped up on the coffee table, with a bowl of the most sugary cereal she could locate in the cupboard, seasoned generously with more sugar.

She was even watching cartoons as she slurped her spoonfuls of goodness waiting to spring cavities on her. Because, as much as she loved it, sometimes the business news was just way too depressing these days for a morning like this.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

The Gym; Late Wednesday Morning.

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Rubbing his face a little thanks to the regular sleep still eluding him, Cal made it down to the gym later than usual for having slept in a bit. He would have slept in longer, but he told himself firmly that he couldn't let those few days of late night writing throw his routine all out of order. He dragged himself there reluctantly, making a slow and lazy job of stretching, and then warming up on the treadmill, hoping to get the movement and the adrenaline and the repeatative, mindless activity going through his body, to wake up his brain, and get back into the swing of things.


[[ open for all your gymly neeeeeds ]]

Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

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Chuck was watching TV in the common room. He wasn't particularly pleased to having to be in such a public area to relax but the flatscreen he had ordered for his room still hasn't come in yet. Chuck was sprawled out on the couch, the remote in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. He wasn't about to hang out in something called a common room sober.

[Chuck doesn't want people around but I do. So, open!]

The roof, Wednesday night

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If Cal knew she was smoking he'd probably kick her ass. Which made her snort because that thought was entirely too amusing. Most likely he'd just give her a look and a shrug of his shoulders. But it's not like she was really huffing and puffing on a cigarette. They were cheap and to be honest with herself, they kind of sucked. How did people smoke and actually enjoy it? Uhg. But whatever, she was doing it anyway.

She was also thinking about that story, and more importantly that girl. The one with the freckles. All day long Amber had tried putting herself in her shoes, but with the advantage of knowing that someone was so infatuated with her. No.. it went beyond infatuation she thought.

The ashes on the end of her smoke was long and with a careless flick of her wrist, she knocked them off.

Amber wanted to be Antigone.

[The roof, it is open.]