Saturday, February 7th, 2009

[identity profile] grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com
Molly had no idea what she was doing up this early, but decided to celebrate by wandering into the common room to get a bowl of cereal and glass of juice before she figured out what to do with the rest of her weekend.

Maybe she'd catch up on her Thaumaturgy, since she'd missed Thursday. Or maybe she wouldn't.

She turned the television on and began to surf lazily, right up until the remote stopped working and she got stuck watching some kind of CID marathon, because obviously she wasn't getting up off the couch to change the channel.

[ooc: Open like a common room. And this was always on the right floor, for realz.]
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[personal profile] lovemykilt
Malcolm had spent the morning wandering around, boggling. Harken had never looked like this before! They must have remodeled the whole dorm! Of course, that meant he kept getting lost -- Malcolm wasn't that great at finding his way around on a good day. But there were all these new people around! It was his duty as a long-standing Harken student to meet them, right?

He just wished he could find Jake or Zoe or even Mr. Felcher. They'd know what was going on. . . .

He finally settled into one of the large common rooms and sat perched on the couch. Maybe someone would come by who could tell him what was going on.

[ooc: open! I have to run to work in a few hours and am greedy and want to get some play in. *grumbles at stupid work scheduling me all weekend*]
[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
It had been a really intense day of brooding, moping, ruminating in languages she didn't know, and mentally narrating on things she wished she couldn't see through people's windows across the island.

And Razormouth had had enough for today. If only she could remember; it was like chunks of her memory were missing or something. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe she was really home sleeping in a warm bed. There was really only one way to find out.

She stood slowly, blonde hair whipping out behind her in a conveniently directed breeze, cutting a very emotastic and imposing figure for the equivalent of a full-page panel's worth of time.

Then dove off the roof, gracefully, like a swan.

"Crap! That's what I was afraid of! I CAN'T FLY!"

She fell. And fell. Well, at least it looked dramatic.

"LOOK OUT BELOW! HEADACHE!!!!!"

At least the crash looked pretty spectacular. She'd be fine -- superheroes like her were built to survive falls like this -- but she hadn't been kidding about the headache. Nice little crater she was stuck in now, too.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to react from any point where you might have seen the dive. Dialogue again stolen from "When Worlds Collide." Also I'd just like to note that I almost turned Chewie into a Wookiee for the weekend.]
[identity profile] blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com
Rachel was so definitely taking Isabel's advice. She'd rummaged up some ice cream from the freezer -- because this whole thing was traumatizing, and trauma meant ice cream, dammit! -- and had taken up a spot in one of the chairs near the TV.

She flipped through the channels idly. God, the programming in this town sucked.

[Open as common rooms are!]

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