The Deck, Tuesday Morning

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Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very sticky tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]

Fifth floor bathroom, Tuesday afternoon

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That sound coming from the bathroom? Would be snoring. And a shower on full blast. But the snoring was louder.

Sokka was in there, somewhere amidst the clouds of rum-steam, passed out naked on the floor. He had been in a puddle of his own vomit, but the hot rum spraying out full-blast had washed it away.


[So very open!]

Fourth Floor, Women's Bathroom, Tuesday Afternoon

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After staggering out of bed sometime around one PM, Jenny had decided a shower was in order.

When she discovered the shower was made up of hot running ale, she shrugged, reached for the shampoo, and opened her mouth. It would hardly be the first time she'd walked around smelling like she'd bathed in booze. At least this time it was accurate.

Later, when she found out what was going on, she would only be upset that she'd missed out on the rum shower.

((Open, I suppose!))

The Roof, Tuesday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino was not, precisely, on the roof. Rather, she was over it and practicing her dips and dives and spins on Staffy.

Yes, the broom-that-wasn’t-a-broom-because-it-was-a-staff had been named Staffy. Ino had never claimed to be creative at naming things.

Besides, who cared about naming things when you could fly? She dipped and rolled, concentrating on making the turns tighter and smoother, and laughed out loud as she came up out of it, darting up and into the clouds. And then back down, her feet nearly brushing the roof of the dorms, before swerving and then up again.

Anyone up on the roof tonight might not see her right at first, though they would eventually, but they’d hear her--and no way would Ino miss a chance to babble at anyone who did make it onto the roof.

[Open as a roof is!]

Fourth floor common room: Late evening

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Television was beginning to grow on Worf.

Especially when he found a show that was even better than wrestling

Which is why you'll find Worf sitting on the couch with a glass of prune juice and looking almost happy.