First Floor Rec Room, Monday Evening

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley had arranged to meet with Triela this evening, so he could teach her ping pong. Hey, it was a game Hurley knew well, so he might as well share the knowledge and stuff, right?

He set everything up, and waited patiently with a smile on his face. It was a good day, he thought.

[ooc: Meeting with one, but very open, anyhow!]

4th Floor Common - Monday Afternoon

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

The one good thing about living here and not back at home was that Emmett could watch Maury and Springer without being interrupted by anything annoying. Usually he got lectures from Edward about how those shows were trash or sometimes Alice would tell him who was the real babydaddy was before the reveal actually happened. God, that was annoying. But not here. Here he could relax against the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table and with a bottle of warmed up TruBlood (with the label was scratched off) in his hand and watch his trashy shows without too much unnecessary noise.

By the way, him yelling at the TV was totally the necessary kind of noise.

"Oh man! Oh man! He was the father!" Emmett yelled at the TV. "You're screwed, dude, you're screwed. That babymomma is gonna take you for all you're worth. Say goodbye to your trailer, sir!"

[The common room is open, of course]

The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was Monday morning, and Arthur was not about to let one little sorceress (or one not-so-little guilt complex) keep him from running the morning's training. Besides, Lady Alice might well come 'round, and now that the injury was nearly healed he needed to get as much training in as he could.

So he strode into the salle as he always did, his eyes locked on the practice blades. Time for work.

[[ open salle, kids. and now in the right comm! ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 03/09 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal considered skipping the whole Rumor Gal thing again tonight (could it be? Had C finally outgrown his Upper East Side Obsession?), but then he remembered that he'd started a monster. It was a small monster, true, but one all the same, and that monster demanded his obligation of going to the common room, 'losing' the remote, and then being too lazy to get up from the couch to change the channel from where he lounged with a box of cookies.

With Rumor Gal on TV, even if it wasn't until next week that there were new episode. So annoying.


[[ open CR is open, of course! ]]