Fourth Floor Common Room, Afternoon

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Anyone who came into the fourth floor common room would be greeted by the site of a chimp, sitting on the couch and watching TV. He wasn't just watching it though, he also had a bowl of popcorn for throwing at the TV when it got too stupid, and a remote for changing the channel when he got bored.

The chimp was actually have some trouble staying on one channel and seemed to be changing them every few minutes.

[Open!]

the gym - sunday morning - 8/31

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As it was Sunday, Liir was found at the gym as per usual.

He wasn't waiting for anyone, however. He'd be glad if, say, they did show up, but he wasn't waiting. He came in early and warmed up, stretched, then went into his stances. Mostly he worked on the newest set of them as opposed to the others, but he mixed in the older knowledge; it was always good to be flexible and that had never been his strong point in anything. One does not need to be flexible to go where the wind blows them, only willing, and what is not there cannot be asked to bend; there was something within him now, though, and he was a long way from having it trained to curve instead of cracking.

And as he did, as he moved through the positions and postures, he let his body move on it's own as his mind delved into his memories, the thinner ones, the simple everydays of the soldiers both at Kiamo Ko and Munchkin Mousehole. He very well might have to teach himself today and spectral half-remembered teachers were better than none. He grabbed the broom and began working it in, using it to change his position or take his weight and he added Tevril's punch over the gooseberry foul and Balthemor's low kick from the fight when no one could remember who was on latrine duty and a few punches from his own hands when Codden had tried to show him to box, how had he let that fade in there?

Oddly enough, he was smiling.

[open for gymish needs and liirish needs]

School Hallway: Near Locker 327

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There was a rumbling sound coming from one of the lockers. One that rattled the door and shook the lockers around it.

It built up to a crescendo and ended with a loud noise that resembled a loud belch at which point a young Klingon dressed as a Roman gladiator was spat out.

Worf picked himself off of the ground and dusted himself and his... skirt off.

And then tried to walk backed to the dorms with some kind of dignity.

[open for mocking though will be slow play on and off today]

3rd Floor Common Room: Sunday night [8-31-08]

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Peyton's room was way too damn boring, so she didn't want to start putting her records and things out till she had a chance to do something about that. Tomorrow she could hit up a store for paint and stuff. She wondered how Meg felt about bright red.

In the meantime she'd found the common room and was camped out there working on some of her artwork while the TV played mindlessly in the background.


[Open as common rooms are!]