Shooting Range, Friday Late Morning

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Hannibal still had some clothes left in the form of an old pair of jeans and a worn long sleeved shirt but he would have worn his pajamas so he wouldn't miss this meeting. He'd gotten down to the shooting range early to get his gun out the weapons locker so he could both clean and load it.

He shot off a few rounds of his own, getting used to the feeling of it again before stopping and reloading. It'd been awhile since he'd practiced. His own fault, really.

After that, he sat down again and waited for Arthur to show up.

[Hannibal's here for that prince dude but the range is totally open!]

First floor, Friday afternoon after the assembly

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After the joy that was a lecture on drugs from Fandom High teachers, Dinah headed back to the dorm and played video games in the Rec Room for a while, considering another assault on the laundry machines.

She paused outside the door that lead to the Laundry Room for a second, then just settled for yelling, "This isn't over!" in its general direction.

Two more steps, and the washers had their comeback, as hoodie, t-shirt, pajama pants, boots, coat and long underwear vanished.

"Eeeep!"


[ooc: for a couple people in particular... and Arthur's thread and what follows is the last.]

The Laundry Room, Early Friday Morning

[future_sandworm]

Having run out of clean shirts, Leto had been forced to face that as his stepmother had chose not to let him have any servants, he would have to do his laundry by himself. There was a room for this, and he had found it, and now he stood face to face with a long row of machines. ( Then he saw a poster on the wall. )

 

 

He took another step back, then turned and fled.

[establishy, open if you like]

Directly halfway between the school and the dorms, Friday after the assembly

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had learned that the proper way to deal with the cold was to layer the hell up. He was even planning to throw the kilt on over his jeans and pajama pants once he got it back. And, you know, buy gloves and a scarf. Eventually.

But that new discovery of the wonders of insulation did him absolutely no good when, on the way back to the dorms after the assembly, he suddenly found himself standing outside in subfreezing temperatures wearing nothing but his Mr. Happy boxers.

There was a fair amount of manly yelping as he spun in place for a moment, trying to decide which was nearer, the school or the dorms.

[ooc: I had to. Open!]

3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Washing one's clothes in a stream meant that Firekeeper was actually quite comfortably attired as she (and Blind Seer, who just plain didn't need to worry about clothes) wandered in to the common room with boxes from one of the food-selling places in town. The smell of fresh-baked bread and cheese had drawn her in, but then she'd been asked about "toppings" and, not quite being able to decide, ended up leaving with a half-dozen of the disc-shaped bread things.

Which was far more than even a very hungry wolf needed, really. Which is why they were all laid out on a table, ready to be shared should anyone else wander in.

Meanwhile, Firekeeper flipped on the television and looked for something interesting to watch. Perhaps something along the lines of what they'd seen in class today, with explosions.

[ooc: open like a CR!]