The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

He'd returned from the cruise safe and sound. While that had given Arthur a great deal to think about, it also meant that he was, in part, grateful to return to whatever semblance of a routine he'd managed to set up. And since he now no longer needed to carry bandages nor slings, life would be far easier.

He felt far less useless. Good.

He arrived in the salle early, never too fond of dawdling, and chose some practice swords for the day.

[[ ocd up! have at. ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Late Morning.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley did not really intend to camp out on a couch and watch a marathon of Expose.

But that's totally what he was doing. He had a bag of Oreo cookies, and was basically doing the brainless munch and ogle watch thing. He'd welcome company, certainly.

[ooc: Open common room, open post!]

4th Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

Surprise surprise, Emmett was bored. He had been watching a lot of Food Network lately (a LOT of it) and decided that, hey, as long he was living among humans, the least he could do was use them as guinea pigs for testing out his culinary skills.

So here he was in the kitchen making peanut butter brownies. They looked good on TV and the Italian chick with giant knockers seemed very enthusiastic about them.

He had no idea how they were going to come out. He followed the directions right and it didn't smell awful so maybe they were good. Possibly?

[Open common room is open]

The Roof [Monday, Evening]

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela was avoiding her own room for obvious reasons, and common rooms for similar ones. She hated feeling like she was hiding.

Town seemed like a long way to go just not to see people, so she'd taken herself up to the roof, and was now sitting out there, wearing several layers against the cold, and staring out towards the lights of the mainland. It would make good inspiration for a painting one of these days.

If she'd been the type to smoke, she would have been. But since she wasn't, she was just sitting with a mug of hot chocolate, because it was really, really freezing out here.

[[And it is open, like a roof of emo.]]