Gym; Wednesday After Classes [ 02/18 ] -- Cheer Practise!

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, 1st floor Rec Room - Wednesday Afternoon

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

The roof - Wednesday after classes

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Slowly but surely, Chuck was going crazy. It had been three days since he last...you know. Three. Days. This was a guy who had fun with himself at least twice a day. Going out with Sam last night had been a nice distraction (jail was pretty good at distracting you) but it didn't last long.

He couldn't stay in his room since there was porn in there, he couldn't hang out in the common room since there was people in there, he couldn't go visit the rooms he normally visited because he slept with most of his friends and it was too early for the bar to be open. So he went for the old standby and decided to get high on the roof. At least up here it was somewhat private.

He might very well die if this lasts much longer.

[Open roof is open but he is in a pissy mood]

The dorm lawn- Wednesday night at 2 am

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.


[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

The gym- laaaaate Wednesday night, pre-fire drill

[solo_sword]

Though Jaina often felt like a slacker, she couldn't be further from it. A good portion of every day was spent working remotely from Fandom, going over reports, being conferenced into meetings and training sessions with her squadron, making sure she was as patched in as she possibly could be, and trying to convince some people that genocide was bad. Much like she'd spent most of her evening doing. Usually she had the benefit of regular relief from the stress that came with that, and it wasn't even that she couldn't go without it. It was just that without it, the cranky side of her came out more, and add in the fact that John had been kind of an idiot and she wasn't happy with him, and all that put together meant she'd turned into a tense little ball of bitchy.

Anyway! So Jaina was in the gym at an hour that most people should be asleep, beating the hell out of a punching bag.


[Expecting one, but open for anyone who might be awake and needing to work off some stress way late. This week, I wouldn't bet against it.]

The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

It hadn't actually occurred to him until Romeo mentioned Edward's troubles the previous day. It hadn't occurred to him, and yet as of yesterday, it was suddenly occurring to Arthur rather often. This was, truly and sincerely, an utter pain. He would blame the distraction on the island's constant trials, and the only fashion in which that could be dealt with was focus. Discipline. Something which the island lacked too much to soothe his nerves.

He'd given up on the sling yesterday. His arm hadn't healed yet, and the bandage was there to prove it, but the sling was gone. It was a step both small and significant.

These two truths, joined together, flowed into one prolonged practice drill. Sometimes, his left hand even made it to the blade, and while the dummies suffered, he felt all the better for it.

Arthur, as Merlin had a tendency to put it, took playing with swords very seriously.

[[ open for all your salle needs, but cranky violent prince is cranky and violent ]]