The Salle, Monday Morning (before classes)

[bitchprince]

Being bruised and battered from the previous night wasn't going to stop Arthur from running his training early. He was, however, careful not to do anything too straining for either his warm-up or his own drills; not slacking off didn't mean pushing yourself to the brink of human endurance like an idiot.

His practice blade cut good time through the air regardless. His muscles stretched and screamed along with the motions - which was only familiar, really.

[ open! ]

Fourth Floor Boy's Bathroom, Monday Evening

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

With a towel over one shoulder, Hannibal had disappeared into the bathroom about an hour ago. The hot shower had taken up most of that time but now he was out, clad in only his jeans, and standing in front of one of the mirrors, doing what guys do when their in the bathroom.

Checking themselves out, of course. It was a time honored secret tradition amongst men. They might not act it but they all wanted to look good. Had to look good out of clothes to really think you look good in them. Or something.

For Hannibal, that mostly meant deciding if he needed a shave or not. He'd decided no and then moved on to wondering if he needed a haircut. The wet hair didn't really help that decision since it wasn't doing its normal 'stick up where it pleases' schtick that he'd gotten so used to.

"Maybe I could just do it myself," he said to no one, ruffling his hair and not realizing how bad an idea that truly would be.

[Open to boys (and boys from other floors are so welcome)...and girls! Like any of the boys care if the girls wanna sneak in! This was partly due to me wanting rocksthescarf to make a post where Chuck shaved his chest hair (I used her favorite icon in honor of that) and wanting to see how many shirtless icons I could get in one place. Mondays do things to my brain.]

The Hallways Of The Dorms, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

"WOOOO!"

Someone wasn't a large bird anymore.

"YEAAAAAAAAHWAHAHA!"

Someone had possibly lost a large chunk of his sanity in that week he had spent as one.

"WAHAAAA!"

That same someone was now making the naked run of shame up to his room. But he had opposable thumbs and a sombrero to cover the essentials with, so it wasn't really like Reno was horribly upset or anything.

"MWAHAHAA! YEAAAH!"

At least he was a fast runner?

[... Well, it's the hallways. Of course it's open, if you have some burning need to see Reno streaking.]

Third Floor Boys' Bathroom; Monday Evening [ 03/23 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

All Cal wanted was a place where he could shower without having to be insanely self-conscious (despite the fact that who would even look?) and be able to pee sitting down in peace. It wasn't too much to ask, one would think, but it seemed like it was too much to expect, as his usual bathroom was veritably all full up.

And so Cal relocated down a floor, peeked in, saw that it was so far, so good, and wished that you could just lock the doors.

[[ Cal is seeking privacy, so of course I had to do this and make the post is wide, wide open! ]]

Second Floor Boys' Bathroom; Monday Evening [ 03/23 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal figured he could have just called it good and gotten up to shower at fuck-early-o'clock to avoid this whole problem, but he was struck with a sudden stubborn streak to at least have one common room to himself as usual. It was a very important thing for a guy trying to hide the fact that he was part-girl, after all. The fourth floor was over crowded, the third floor contained Chuck Bass, and, apparently, the fifth floor had broken shower heads.

So that was why Cal was now heading into the second floor and thinking that, if this didn't work, then it was clearly a Fandom thing. Clearly. Stupid Fandom.


[[ I HAD TO. Just as open as the last one, tooooo, of course ]]