The Deck, Thursday Morning

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Wendy had been planning on going for a morning jog, a plan soon scuttled by the rain of coloured rocks. Not so much because she had an objection to running in the odd but painless rain as that she'd rapidly gotten distracted by the effects of the rocks on her person.

Which was why she was currently standing out on the deck, doing what looked like a deranged cross between martial arts, interpretive dance, and the hokey-pokey, mostly to see what happened as various colours of rock hit her.

[Open as decks are.]

The first floor lobby, Thursday afternoon

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Jan had just wanted to stretch his legs, so he'd gone for a gallop. He'd been innocently minding his own business when he'd been struck by a whirling flurry of rocks.

It had seemed to chase after him as he'd bolted across the grounds, and no matter how he'd dodged and ducked, he hadn't been able to avoid them. As it turned out, he would have been better off simply holding still until it had passed.

Why?

Because his wild gyrations had ensured that, instead of being a single solid colour, he was liberally splashed with colours of all kinds.

Rainbow unicorn.

He bolted into the lobby to get away from it, and was now standing at the doors, staring out at the suddenly clear skies, and making disgusted faces at his reflection.

[Open, yup.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Fridays at the end of a break week were still Fridays that usually weren't busy at all. So, after getting bored of being bored, Hannibal kicked himself out of his own room and took a trip down the the nearest common room.

He found the quickest movie that looked moderately interesting (or at least had explosions) before going into the kitchen and peering at all the equipment. He wasn't a chef. But he was hungry. He could make passable macaroni and cheese, he decided.

If he didn't burn the mac and cheese and didn't set the common room on fire, he'd consider it a job well done.

[If no one's around to hear a common room open, is it really open? Of course it is!]

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

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Jo wasn't in the common room, out was just outside the common room, looking in and eyeing all the furniture which last night had been on the floor and was now mysteriously on the ceiling. Totally of its own accord.

Which was the only reason Jo was standing outside, gawking. Really.

[Open! Come see the completely the fault of Fandom weirdness upside-down common room!]