4th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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Hinata... had been thinking of boiling a few eggs for breakfast. It wasn’t hard after all, nor did it take long.

... finding out that all of the water taps gave her nothing but cocoa rather put an end to that ambition and she was now mostly amused by it as she sipped at a cup of peppermint hot chocolate.

Yei, for her part, was cheerfully attempting to stick her nose (and her head, and so on) under one of the couches.

[Open!]

First Floor Rec Room, Monday Afternoon (After Classes)

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It was too cold to do this at the boardwalk again, so Reno and Dōjima had moved the operation into the dorms. They'd taken over the first-floor rec room, since it had the most seating, and they could hopefully grab anyone going to-and-from the building. There were lots of moddable snacks from JGoB, and the two co-conspirators were in high spirits.

"So!" Dōjima announced, clapping her hands together. "Since the teachers around here seem more intent on providing classes of 'My Issues, Let Me Show Them To You' rather than providing any useful information regarding lust, love, and sex, you people are damn lucky that we're so civic-minded. Rather than leaving you to the tender mercies of scare-tactics and morality plays, Reno and I are here to help you sort out the difference between good sex and bad sex, and to beat into your heads that stupid sex is always stupid, no matter how good it is."

"Lucky for you, we know what we're talking about, and we're damn good at it, too." Dōjima paused for a moment before shrugging. "Well, I am, at least. I can't vouch for Red's talents personally, but I've heard glowing reviews. And by glowing, you should see the way Rikku blushes."

(  Reno's reaction to that one was a somewhat larger version of his usual shit-eating grin. )

"I think that just about covers it, zoto," Reno mused, taking a moment to tick off he points they made on his fingers. Yep. That seemed about it. "If any of you got any questions, feel free to come an' talk to either of us, right now, or anytime. You don't gotta make a production out of askin' questions about sex if you don't wanna, and I'll even make a point not to mock you shamelessly on the radio for it, either." A pause, a playful grin. "And don't forget your goodie bags before you go, yo."


[OOC: Yes, they're at it again. Up early for SP goodness, and NWS - it IS Reno and Dōjima talking about sex.]

Self-Defense Club, The Gym, Monday Afternoon

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"I figured we could use some activity after eating all that turkey over the weekend," said Hoshi, passing out a handout on taekwondo stances. "Today, we'll be working more with taekwondo, a form of martial arts that is derived from Korea, as opposed to the Japanese karate. We'll start with the stances on the handout, and if you're feeling more adventurous, try a couple of the kicks."

Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening. [ 12/01 ]

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Really, it was not a good sign when things had reached this level.

Cal had made sure that, when he stalked to the common room to steal the TV, that it was done in a way that no one (hopefully) would notice him throwing the remote way back under the couch, out of sight, out of mind, and giving partial truth to his defense that if anyone asked why he was watching Rumor Gal right now, it was because the remote seemed to have disappeared, that was what the TV was on, and he was too comfortable already to bother looking for it. He even had Self-Defense club as an excuse for feeling le tired.

Fail-proof. Had to be. And all the while, he got to revel in the guilty pleasure.


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Girls' Restroom, Fourth Floor, Evening

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Jenny had eventually dragged herself up from her most recent hangover and staggered to the restroom, intent on brushing her teeth to rid her mouth of the taste of old cigarettes and gin, aka 'death.'

Then she had discovered the tap was running with caramel hot cocoa.

Anyone entering the girls' room would find Jenny Sparks attempting to fit her entire head in the sink.

((Open! To, you know, girls. And guys who don't mind getting screamed at, I suppose...))