Fifth Floor Common Room, Early Afternoon Monday

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Hurley was baking.

Or at least, he would be baking. Once his ingredients (which were currently a bit of a mess all over the counters) turned into cookie dough.

Currently, it was more sort of... a giant mess.

He'd meant well! But he'd knocked some things over. Oops.

The TV, which he had turned on for background noise, was currently playing a "Where Are They Now?" documentary on Geronimo Jackson.

Hurley wasn't paying any real attention to it, though.

[ooc: Open!]

Third Floor Common Room: Monday Afternoon

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Jamie was still in his bathrobe when he shuffled into common room. He was not in a happy mood as he talked in a disgruntled manner into his cell phone.

"Seriously, Ric. I don't see what's so important to get me out of bed on a Monday afternoon," he groaned and fumbled with the remote. "What channel am I supposed to be looking at? CNN? What's on C-?"

Jamie stopped as the image flickered on.

For on the screen was a duplicate of Jamie Madrox.

Naked.

Bungee jumping.

"And in Colorado this morning, a young man decided it might be fun to do a little bungee jumping," the newscaster said in an amused tone. "In the nude no less. The local sheriff's department arrested him after the jump for indecent exposure and is currently sitting in a jail cell waiting for a bail hearing."

"Well you don't see that everyday," Jamie said after blinking a few times. "I wonder what possessed me to do that?"

The reply from the cell phone obviously did not agree with Jamie because he quickly clicked it off and settled down to watch himself jump nude off a bridge.

[ooc: *scratches off three superlatives in one fell swoop* BACK FROM THE LAND OF NON-AVAILABILITY! OPEN! OMG!]

Dorm Roof [Monday Evening]

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Hannibal was carrying a box of pizza (you didn't want him to cook, it would be bad) and some sodas when he made his way up to the top of the roof. He'd been here recently but he'd been a girl. He preferred being a guy.

He set the pizza and drinks down and wandered over near the edge, peering out and waiting for his company.

[Hannibal's here for someone but it's an open roof and Hannibal's available before his date gets there! ETA: WTF WEARING A BOX OF PIZZA. Oh, Mondays.]

The Gym, Monday evening

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While Dick had been keeping up with his workouts pretty well if in a largely handwavey fashion, but the one thing had really been lacking was some fight training. That's why he was at the punching bag tonight. He was focusing on simple punches (no kicks, no throwing stuff at the bag from across the room...) since he didn't want to get too fancy in public. What he really needed to do one of these times was get out to the abandoned warehouse district late at night and workout there.

He'd have to do some recon of that area first, though. That might be a project for later in the week. So for now, punching.

[OOC: Gym's open. I'm bored. Monkeys are awesome no matter what certain people say.]