The Salle, Monday Mid-Day

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

Adora had been looking forward to this all weekend. It felt like forever (rather than three weeks) since she'd gotten any live practice. She was determined not to let her skills get to the point where she couldn't compete at her standard level with a sword. Even as Adora.

When they'd made the date, Hannibal had seemed quite sure of himself. Almost too sure to be true, but Adora felt his cocky attitude was just a sign of solid battle experience. Their chat in class had only strengthened that belief.

So full of anticipation, Adora was practically bouncing as she led Hannibal into the Salle. "So, did you bring any protection or did you need to borrow some?"

[For the modded King but open for onlookers or other Salle users]

First Floor Rec Room, Monday after classes

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Robin had to take several trips to get the equipment in the room. The microphones weren't a problem, it was the actual recording equipment that presented a problem. He hoped Chad could help in setting it up.

He checked the detailed instructions Dr. Teeth had provided when Robin asked him for help in this project. He thought they were ready, and soon his tribute to Beatrice would be complete.

[Open, but mostly for those helping Robin with his project.]

3rd Floor Common Room: Monday Night [1-19-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton stretched out on the couch with more take-out Chinese than she'd ever manage to eat on her own. She couldn't help wondering if there'd be any fall-out - good or bad - from the crazy phone calls she'd placed and misplaced yesterday.

There was enough mindless television on to keep her distracted for a few hours.


[ooc: Open!]

Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 01/19 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.


[[ open, of course. God help him. ]]

The Roof, Monday Night

[intraspective]

Okay, so whatever, she hadn’t exactly waited for Liir before getting on Staffy and practicing swooping up and down on the roof. But she hadn’t exactly lied either—she’d just gone out her window instead of walking up.

So of course she had to fly up. And then, once you were in the air, why would she ever want to come down?

She laughed, and did a twirl with Staffy.

[Open as a roof is! Liir’s thread is chronologically last, please!]