Fourth floor common room, Monday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean didn't have any classes today and figured he could start off the term by making breakfast for whoever happened by. And if no one happened by, then there'd just be a lot of food for him to eat.

Really, there wasn't any bad here.

[ooc: open like a common room is, now with more free breakfast!]w

Second floor common room, Monday afternoon

[unddann]

Once Lola figured out that all kicking the fuzzy little Fußbälle did was make more fuzzy little Fußbälle, she decided it'd probably be a good idea to get out of her room before she had to explain to Tony why it as filled with furry things that liked to bite ankles.

Which would be how she ended up slouched down on the couch in the common room, one booted foot propped up against the edge of the cushions, the other sticking out in the air as she tried to see if the furry things would jump for her shoe laces like cats.

[ooc: Fußbälle = soccer balls. Open, ja?]

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

It had definitely been an... interesting couple of days for Firekeeper since her rather unexpected arrival. Much of Sunday and Monday had been spent exploring and hunting (they'd avoided the strangely-colored deer, however), and of course sleeping, because as the old wolf proverb went: "hunt when hungry, sleep when not, for hunger always returns."

Now, though, Firekeeper and Blind Seer were lounging on the couch in the large room that seemed to belong to no one in particular, staring at the big black box that was apparently the centerpiece of the room and wondering at its purpose.

[ooc: is open!]

The Roof, Monday night

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

So Amber was feeling a little lonely. This meant that instead of sticking to her room, she took herself up to the roof to gaze out and about and just think. About stuff. There was so much on her mind she could hardly focus on one thing in particular, but whatever. Due justice was given each thought no matter how little or big.

She dug out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and held them in her hand, thinking about lighting one. Really, it was such a bad habit and one she really didn't want to start. There was such a thing as an occassional smoker. Right?

[The roof is public, so the post is open, yep!]