The Roof - Monday morning before classes - 11/24

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After a week(end) of near-hermitness in his room, subsiding on tea, hot soup, and other such things as he could make in the confines of his room, Liir was in two very different states than he'd been in when he'd gone in:

He was well, of body if not of mind or soul, not that that was odd.

And he was thoroughly sick of his room.

The bedsheets had been stripped off and put in a pile with the laundry for him to do after classes, and the window had been opened to let in fresh light, but it hadn't been quite enough. That said, he wasn't quite sure he was exactly up for company yet, and so he left it to the whims of chance; people came up to the roof almost as often as they went to the common rooms, after all, the view was lovely, and the breeze was nice enough when one had a steaming hot cup of tea and was wrapped up tight in a thick Munchkinlanderwool cloak.

[exceedingly open]

Self-Defense Club, The Gym, Monday afternoon

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"Today we're going to work on an exercise that improves your balance and footwork," said Hoshi with a sly smile. "We're going to be playing hopscotch. This is a game that started out in the Roman empire as a training exercise for soldiers. They would run the course in full body armor. I'm not sure how well it works as training, but I figured we could all use some fun today."

[Please wait for the OCD.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon (after classes)

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It had been entirely too long since Jeff last took a moment (or five, or maybe a day) to watch some of his absolute favorite movies. Old favorites such as The Globule were on the menu, of course, but he was also hoping to catch sight of some of those new vampire movies he'd heard about.

So he had his feet propped up on the table, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, and people screaming liberally on the television. Life was good.

[ open like an open common room! ]

Third Floor Common Room [evening]

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Kaylee honestly didn't understand this whole Thanksgiving thing beyond 'there'll be lots of food.' It was fairly archaic in her time, after all, and it wasn't like she'd been formally educated in history.

She was trying to do some research, as best she could, but rather than do something intelligent like either asking someone who might know something more about the holiday or, you know, cracking a book, she'd found something on television.

She didn't know how something could be semi-homemade, and why that woman was so...terrifying, but for some reason, she couldn't look away. Well, mostly. She could look down at her lap to check that Popples wasn't getting ready to run away or anything, since she'd figured this was as good an opportunity as any to get her new pet out to visit places other than her room.

[I've been meaning to do this post for like three days, dude. open!]