out on the front lawn - thursday afternoon - 7/31

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"Mine?"

Liir threw a small piece of the loaf of bread he'd made. He hadn't made it for the seagulls, but he'd noticed them outside and the loaf was from the weekend, so it was getting a little crusty anyway. He could have eaten it, it wasn't bad, but this place and ample funds had spoiled him a touch to the point where he felt like he could feed it to the birds. Or, apparently, the Birds.

Them being Birds made him feel better, even if they weren't brilliant conversationalists.

"Yours," he agreed before throwing another piece.

A friend joined him. "Mine?"

"Mine?" Another.

"Mine? Mine? Mine?"

And Liir laughed as he started tossing bits of bread at the various Birds that decided to show up. Really, they were just a touch like monkeys when they were like this.

[establishy but open like the outdoors!]

2nd floor boys bathroom, then the hallway, Thurs., after classes

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Johnny enjoyed a nice, long hot shower. Mm, shower. He then took just a moment to check out his body in the mirror. Working out was paying off because seriously, he was totally hot. 

Grinning, he stepped out into the hallway and was greeted by several seagulls. One plucked at the loose towel around his hips and only Johnny's quick reflexes kept it in place. "Hey! Knock it off!"

"Mine!"

He cocked his head. "What?"

A second seagull took a beaked swipe at the towel. "Mine!"

Johnny narrowed his eyes, tightened his hold on the towel that was now looser than before. "Hey! Come on!"

Seagulls began to surround him. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" 

"Come on fellas, I've seen the old classic and it freaked me out, okay. Go away. Shoo."

Two seagulls pulled at a corner of the towel.

"Oh my god!" Johnny covered his package and tried to hurry to his room. 

It wasn't working out too well for him.

[Kind of establishy, but can certainly be open if you want!]

The Deck, Thursday Morning

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It was meant to be Winter in Australia. Friday disagreed. This was swimming weather. This was barbeque weather. Australians supposedly had a barbeque all the time when eating. He'd watched Residents. He knew these things. Also, he was awake at a ridiculous hour (before 10am), hungry and in possession of breakfast food. This led to a grand idea involving the new deck facilities.

The smell from the barbeque as he started to cook up a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns and tomatoes wafted up to some of the open windows in the dorms. It smelled good. There was coffee and tea and juice too, because Friday wasn't silly enough to think that he could cook in public without bringing plenty for others.

For the full effect, he was wearing a singlet (wifebeater), board shorts, 'thongs' (flip-flops, not the other kind as far as anyone was aware) and sunglasses. He wasn't wearing the hat. That was just ridiculous. He fished out a packet of shrimp to throw on the barbie. It wasn't breakfast food, but he couldn't resist.

[Aussie BBQ tiem nao! Sleep tiem nao.]

5th Floor Common Room: Thursday night [7-31-08]

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Helen was in a particularly good mood after her Escape Artistry class. She'd made up far more chicken and rice than she could ever eat and now was busily making notes of all the different creatures she'd shown an ability to control.

This was probably the happiest anyone was likely to see her.

[Open with plenty of food for all!]