4th Floor Common Room: Sunday morning [1-11-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Two pregnant women walked into the 4th floor common room with enough breakfast supplies to feed half the dorm...

"This sucks," Peyton said, laughing. The empathy belly certainly seemed to be doing its job. "Good thing we got the food before we got these, 'cause I don't think you could have made me otherwise."

She started pulling out doughnuts and fruit and all the stuff that didn't require actual cooking and handed them to Angela - which was trickier than it sounded with two huge bellies in the way. "Here, you do this while I get the eggs and bacon going."


[ooc: Come gawk, laugh or eat good food!]

The Salle, Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Certainly, picking a two-handed weapon when one of his arms was damaged wasn't the most strategic move he could have made, but Arthur was confident in his chances. He'd foregone the sling so that he could have use of his left arm, painful as it might have been.

Arthur would simply have to keep the strain off. And it wasn't as if he didn't feel he'd be perfectly able to fend off someone like Hannibal with one hand.

He walked into the salle with the staff held casually in one hand. It'd been a long while since he'd last been able to have some proper practice, and his muscles, both the pained and the healthy, were beating all the happier for it.

He was not about to let an insult to his abilities pass this early into his stay. Even if he hoped that 'this early' would become 'late' soon enough.

[[ for the adversary, of course, but it's an open salle for those who'd like to bug them beforehand, watch, or just want to use the salle and the like! ]]

The Gym; Late Sunday Afternoon [ 01/11 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Although Cal had definitely got a late, late, late start to his usual workout, he wasn't going to let him slip out of the habit. He showed up, stetched out, and hit up a few of his usual machines.

And then he considered the punching bags. He considered the carefully, and, after checking to make sure no one was there, he threw a few punches. Then a few more until he started get in a rhythm of things. They weren't impressive, by any means, but he could see why everyone chose that form of exercise so often.

He could have really gotten into it if he weren't so paranoid. He stopped and went back to the weights before anyone could come in and see him.

[[ open gym is open! Will be late in pinging thanks to being to the actual gym, but it's slow enough at work for me to post this before I flee for a wee bit ]]

Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had went and grabbed food and brought his cat Hunter out with him, and now he was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in one hand and petting a purring cat with the other. On the tv was the Golden Globes; Dean wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to watch but the remote was sitting on the coffee table out of reach unless he shifted Hunter and he didn't feel strongly enough about the viewing material to do that.

"You're lucky I'm such a softie," he said to his cat. Hunter just butted his hand to get more petting.

Posted throughout the dorms and town...

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

On bulletin boards, doors and places where it can be seen, mysterious fliers have been posted:

We, the hardworking washers and dryers of clothing, feel that our services have gone unappreciated and inadequately compensated for far too long. As of today, we are on strike until such time as our services are properly compensated. Until then we will take what we please! Our lint filters will no longer filter! No longer will we be satisfied by the occasional sock! Your shirts, pants and undergarments will be ours!

Yes dear people of Fandom. The revolution will be rinse-cycled.

[The Laundry Strike Begins! Posted here in this comm but can be modded everywhere throughout school and town.]