Roof - Saturday Morning

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It was way too effing early to be awake. And yet, here Chuck was, awake. Life was unfair sometimes.

Maybe if he got stoned enough he'd be able to fall asleep again. And if he didn't, well, he'd still be high anyway. That was always nice.

He looked over the edge of the roof and lamented the fact that he didn't bring any Cheetos or Lucky Charms up here with him or something. Things were going to take a turn for the suck once the munchies came on.

[Open roof is open, yes. I would like some Lucky Charms plz. ETA: Temari's thread is last omg since he leaves with her]

Dorm hallways, Saturday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was out early today, having worked on party-planning enough to feel good about putting up the posters. Which was what she was doing now, making sure every hallway had at least one, or two, or sixteen of its very own. Had to make sure the word got out, right?

( cut for image! )

[Open if you want to catch her in the halls.

TEXT: Halftime Shows are boring
Come to this one instead!
GIRLKISSY PARTY!
Come educate our less fortunate students by macking on another girl!
SUNDAY in the CR during the Super Bowl halftime
Yes, boys, you can totally watch.
(This has been a Brooke Davis production, in honor of that porn guy)]

4th Floor Common Room [Saturday, Late Morning]

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Angela was up, once again comparatively early for a weekend. She'd got an good long night of sleep, so it was only after she listened to the radio podcast she realised she'd missed an all out corridor make out session last night. That was just sad.

So sad, that she was microwaving popcorn and half-watching a Gelmoore Gals rerun. Yes, popcorn for breakfast. Sort of. Whatever, it smelt great, and with any luck it would taste that too.

It was a weekend, popcorn brunch was entirely acceptable.

And, yeah okay, she wasn't that sad, really. It was a weekend.

[[Open common room is all open. I don't want to have to do work today.]]

The stairwells, Saturday evening

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Poor Edward had begged out of ice cream with a *handwavey* phone message, still hungover, and Dinah had decided she'd better get some exercise before she indulged that much two days in a row.

So up and down the stairs, faster and faster, to the Killers on her iPod, Dinah was running and humming.

Are we human
or are we dancer!

[ooc: totally open]