The Gym; Sunday Afternoon.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Depending quite a lot on the repetition of normalcy, especially in light of feeling emotionally flayed and split and gutted like a fish, Cal wouldn't imagine being anywhere else right now that in the gym, behind a weight machine, losing himself in the dull repetitive tasks of his weightlifting. Work something other than his heart and his brain for a few good hours, exertion pouring out sweat instead of tears.

If anything, it was just a good way to kill off a few hours.


[[ open for all your gymly needs, natch! ]]

First Floor Lobby; Sunday Afternoon.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Maybe Turtle Wexler had just been going to this school for far too long, but when she realized something was starting to go down and then got a full confirmation of it on Friday when she did the radio, she was going to hedge her bets on three things: one, that she was smart enough to give that other island a wide berth for now. Two, that other people were not. And three, that the thing would all be over by the end of the weekend.

She could have been wrong, but she doubted it. So she kept herself busy in another way, and, by the afternoon, the results of her work came into fruition in the lobby of the dormitory, hopefully to the student body returning from that tournament thing with the other island.

She'd put up a great big banner, proclaiming, "GOOD JOB, EVERYONE!" and a smaller sign explaining, "Help yourself to all these snacks and drinks and celebrate another Fandom thing gone and passed! Compliments of T.R. Wexler and Turtle & Canary."

One last hurrah to win some people over for elections under the guise of school spirit and consideration wouldn't hurt, right?


[[ definitely open for any lobby-needing needs! The snacks and drinks that Turtle has laid out are plentiful and moddable! ]]

The dorm roof, Sunday sunrise

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal was still minus his Firecat - Altra was shadowing Lilliman, staying with him at Karal's request - but he still found his way to the roof. He knew the dorms, remembered the path from Evey's room to the roof, but he didn't stray far from the stairs once he reached it.

Just because he was certain he could find his way safely, didn't mean he was foolish enough to go near the edge.

So he stayed back while he said the Dawn Rites, liquid Karsite floating out into the lightening sky.

When the Rites were over, he bowed his head in silent prayer for everyone in Fandom - for their safety, for their sanity, and for their victory.

[ooc: open, sure. Just to clarify, Karal is totally blind for reals without Altra. No pushing him off the roof!]