KKG Mtg: Rec Room, Wednesday Afternoon

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There were Cheetos in the rec room again. Life was good for the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin.

"Okay, so, I was thinking we were due for a gathering," John told the assembled group in between chewing his snack. "I was thinking something low key. An outing to Caritas or a visit to Fast Eddie's. Maybe this weekend? What do you guys say?"

Wednesday After Classes, The Gym -- Cheerleading Practice

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Savannah was a little more somber than usual as she got to the Gym and set up for practice. She pulled out the mats and made sure they were perfectly aligned. After doing that, she set up a table for the refreshments and then a table with the sign in sheet and the music.

The gym was alive with the sounds of techno as Savannah started stretching out.

The Gym, Wednesday afternoon after classes

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Okay, so yesterday's spar hadn't been the best idea ever. Just letting off steam was going to get someone hurt, and apparently Jen needed a sparring partner too, to judge by Radio. So after weight-training and eskrima in the salle in the morning, Dinah left a message for Jen to meet her in the gym after classes.

Still punching that bag. Today, more like it had insulted her acting abilities.

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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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Tonight was the World War I flashback episode with a hot guest star, lots of time in the trenches and enough homoerotic subtext to keep Mason's fangirls squeeing for weeks. Plus, of course, Lee Nicholas, who would be shirtless for at least one scene, if Tony remembered right. Poor James Taylor Grant. He would keep getting those flesh wounds in the torso area.

Tony had a bowl of popcorn and a can of pop and was in his usual spot on the couch in the common room to watch Darkest Night.

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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He didn't need another night at Caritas, he didn't want to spend it sulking in his room and he was feeling way too tired to actually go off island to find some fun. So, there he was, sprawled in a chair with some mindless movie on, steadfastly trying not to think about marriages, his own stunted emotions, people hitting him and everything in between.

He needed to stop feeling sorry for himself because only stupid idiotic soap opera characters did that. Of course, stupid idiotic soap opera characters seemed to always get the happy ending (even if they had to die fifty times first) so maybe he needed to keep feeling sorry for himself.

"I'm such a fucking girl," he muttered and shook his head.

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