the gym - sunday morning - 7/13

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Liir was rather pleased to be the first one to the gym today.

He put down his bag, settled his broom on top of it and left the prototype staff on the top of the pile as he'd need Ino there to test it out and let him tweak it properly. As he started in on his warm up, though, he promised himself they wouldn't get TOO sidetracked today.

He'd been a kitten last week, after all, and he had time to make up for.

[open for Liirish needs and gymish needs, and Ino of course]

The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

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Katchoo lugged the easel, the paints and palette, and a couple of the blank canvases she'd bought earlier in the week up to the roof, setting herself up in the corner with the garden of spiky plants. It had been a long time since she'd had a chance to do any artwork, and painting was still something fairly new to her; now that she actually had her life to herself again (for however long that lasted) she welcomed the chance to try her hand at.

Acrylics. She'd never painted with acrylics before, either, and though she'd never admit it out loud as she squeezed generous daubs of various colors onto the palette, she had no idea what it was going to be like. Some classically-trained artist somewhere would probably have a fit if they saw her guessing her way through this, she thought, lighting up a cigarette.

Absently, she dipped her brush into a color at random and began to let it trail over the canvas. This was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, but it was soothing.

[OOC: Open like a roof is. Mind the temperamental artist, but she's a bit mellower today.]

2nd floor common room - Morning

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Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone asked.

Beside him, the coffee pot was brewing. The coffee maker was noisy, drowning out the sound of the radio, and Ichigo kept eyeing it warily, hoping it wasn't going to blow up or something.

[[Open. Really.]]

Ffth floor common room, Sunday Morn

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Sokka sat down and surveyed the setup he had go'n on.

Huge bowl of popcorn? (Complete w/ Momo Jr. backstroke'n away?) Check.

HUGE glass of soda? Check.

Remote control? Check.

Wormhole: Xtreme marathon? Check.

So why'd he feel as though someth'n were very, very, VERY wrong here?


[So very open. This post (except for this note here) is COMPLETELY DEVOID OF THE LETTER 'I'. Enjoy!]

Third Floor CR, Sunday Night

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Someone had left a stuffed animal in the common room, and it was giving Ella fits.

It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.

The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.

"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.

[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]

Outside the dorms, Sunday evening

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Jack was certain. Jack was certain he had forgot about something earlier this week, and he was blasted to figure out what it was. He had spent the day handwavily in the junkyard, blowing off steam, and found...well, it had started out as a large tractor rim and an old metal washing tub, but when it was done?

It would be a fire pit.

[open.]