The Range - Girls With Guns [Tuesday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

In addition to her usual stack of gun cases, Triela brought in a dozen new ones this week. She stacked them up on top of each other and opened the one on top to reveal that it held a laser tag gun. She pulled it out and checked it over. Which actually took longer than one might expect. After all, Triela didn't have much experience with the things so it took some work to figure out what buttons and switches did what. Satisfied, she returned the gun to its case.

As people started to arrive she explained. "Based on our extremely scientific polling system it has been decided that our field trip will involve laser tag. For those of you who are unfamiliar I brought some of the guns we'll be using in case you want to look them over. You're welcome to borrow them for the duration of today's meeting. The other half of the gear, the vests, isn't here, so this isn't the real thing, but I thought some of you might want to try it out."

She grinned. "Well? Get to it."

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

Ender didn't get out much, and for the most part, he preferred life that way.

But he could only spend so much time holed up with the droid and his work without Valentine's voice prodding at him; and while that was rarely enough to actually move him to do something-- listening to an imagined voice was a little silly-- he felt like humouring it today.

So Ender made himself some tea, and sat down. He even turned on the television, seeking out a documentary on extreme engineering that looked interesting.

He blamed Stark.

[ open! ]

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.

The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.

[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]