All Around the Dorms, Morning-Afternoon, Monday Nov. 10th

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Hurley's hands and arms hurt, but that wasn't going to stop him from delivering all his wee boxes of cookies around the dorms.

Every girl would get four chocolate chip cookies in a small white cardboard box. Taped on top would be a note:

Hey [Recipient's Name],
Thanks for being awesome.
Here's some cookies, cause you deserve em.

He wasn't going to put his name on the note, that wasn't why he'd done this.

He was setting the boxes outside the girls' dorm rooms, hoping they'd be noticed quickly and not stolen by anyone or... anything.

[ooc: Open in case you want to intercept Hurley doing his delivery thing or post a quick reaction to mysteriously gifted cookies. All female students had a box of cookies made for them, but if you'd rather not have your character get one, you can always say gremlins stole it or some other fandom wackiness prevented them getting to your character. Thanks to stocksgrrl for the idea!]

Self Defense Club, The Gym, Monday Afternoon

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When everyone showed up at the gym today, they'd notice that Hoshi wasn't the one in the front of the room. "Hey everyone," Adam offered a small wave. "I'm Adam. Hoshi asked me to cover for her today, as she had some things to take care of."

There were a variety of objects laid out on a table in the front of the room -- there was a baseball bat, a set of keys, a CD case, just to name a few. "Basically any object you have in your room or on you, can be used as a weapon. I've been studying martial arts for my whole life and there's been a time or two where I've managed to use my gym bag to help me out in a situation," Adam explained. "Even the smallest of objects can help you out," he added, gesturing to the keys. "I'd like you all to consider what you have in your dorm room that could be counted as a weapon."

The punching bags were out again. "And if you feel like it, you can go a round or two with a punching bag."

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Having had a rather...eventful day (it wasn't every afternoon that a girl hatched a tiny girl with snakes for hair out of an egg, after all), Aravis was curled up comfortably on a couch in the fourth floor common room with a cup of tea.

Somehow the colder weather wasn't helping her mood, either.

Nor was the programming on the television. "I don't understand why we're supposed to care about any of these people," Aravis sighed, blowing onto the surface of her tea so that the steam would rise into her face, because in her opinion, that was far more interesting than Rumor Gal.

[LOOK AT ME WITH A MONDAY NIGHT OFF.]