Cheerleading [03/18]

[likethegun]

Sam's taste in music was a little more emo less peppy than what was usually played at practices, and he knew that Dean's tastes wouldn't help him here either. So, he'd spent some time scouring the internet until he had a good set of modern, fast-paced songs. Dragging the mats around and getting the gym set up for practice was definitely the easier part.

roof - wednesday noonish - 3/18

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had called in for work today.

He never missed work unless he was a kitten, but today, he couldn't summon the energy to want to do anything, even cook. He supposed that was a bad sign, that he couldn't even fall into the familiar and soothing patterns of menial labor, but there wasn't much he figured he could do about it.

His father was leaving. Almost certain death was preferable to his presence, apparently, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. And to top things off, last night had been wonderful; the stories, the knowledge, the affirmation of who and what he was. All the nights with his father would probably be wonderful.

Until he left.

Liir couldn't stand being in his room and, unfair to the poor puppy, couldn't stand to look at Makejoy any more than it took to do his minimum duties for the day; even then, the walk had been short. Instead, he was up here, broomless to prevent him from doing something stupid, looking out at the rest of the school, thinking highly uncharitable thoughts and wondering if it was times like this that made people turn to religion.

[open as a roof is]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[wantstodirect]

Tony had his popcorn and pop and was settled into the couch in the second floor common room. Tonight's episode had Raymond Dark facing off with a mummy he'd defeated but not destroyed in 1938. It seems the Nazis had put the mummy in storage under protective glyphs, but it had been sold to a collector who, of course, had to go and pop the coffin open to see what was inside.

Fourth Floor Common Room; WEDNESDAY Evening [ 03/18 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

It was a little ironic, that this should happen after Saint Patrick's Day, but a suddenly bearded and Irish Cal McStephanides (which was a very ancient clan name, don't you know?) made haste to the common room. He was driven by a great swell of sweet pride, and could not wait to tell the world.

"Oy!" he announced, to no one and everyone in particular. "Did ye hear about our Merlin?"


[[ so very open, especially once our Merlin gets here. This post is a beautiful concoction of four holy things: muns in the same room under the influence of each other, insanely sexy bearded icons, Irish PBs who aren't playing Irish characters, and this which is NSFW. But it is Win For Life. ]]

[[also, you saw nothing *waves hand* ]]