Third floor common room, Saturday morning

[future_sandworm]

Even before he opened his eyes, Leto knew where we was. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room together with Alice, the two of them still in the formal clothes from last night and wrapped in blankets, Alice wearing some kind of fuzzy slippers. He had been generous enough to let Arthur have the room, but it had turned out better than he expected for himself too.

Leto stretched, careful so as to not wake the still sleeping Alice. Reaching out to wrap the blanket a little tighter around her, he smiled. He found that he was quite happy, and attributed this to the good company.

The murmur of voices inside his mind stirred, but he drew a deep breath, and didn't listen. Slowly he got to his feet and crossed the room. Coffee was needed.

[Alice modded with permission. It's an open common room!]

The Roof, Saturday Night

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

No one had ever told Katchoo, explicitly, that the roof was the place to go for moping and emo and brooding and all of that; for one, she hadn't bothered to ask, and for two, the conversations she did have rarely lasted long enough to get to a point where the topic had a chance of coming up at all.

And yet, despite that, she found herself up here a lot lately, alternate superhero persona or not. Maybe it was the planter box full of cranky-looking plants; maybe it was the view. It was a nice change of scenery (and air) from painting in her room, that was for damn sure, and she'd lugged her easel and supplies up tonight.

Entirely unsurprisingly, she had a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth as she half-blindly slapped paint onto whatever the hell this was turning out to be, painting more because the now familiar motion and feel of brush against canvas was comforting than anything else.

[OOC: I so meant to do this hours ago, but I conked out from a headache like whoa. Open!]