Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Last week's turnout had been encouraging, so this week saw Arthur, Leto and Reno back at their lot behind the dorms. Arthur stepped up to the forefront, his arms behind his back. "This week, we begin our real efforts," he started. "Above all, we are here to learn and to organise ourselves. In order to do that, we must know each other's strengths and help where we can. Please seek each other out, test those strengths, find ways to better yourself. We are all here in a common cause."

He took a breath, then began to pace idly across the grass. "Beyond our individual abilities, however, we have to establish some common strategies that we can easily default on in times of crisis. We all occupy the same island. You must all also have your own ideas. We'll discuss those as well."

With a curt nod, Arthur finished, "Thank you all for coming. Reno, Lord Leto and I will be joining you, of course."

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The Range - Girls With Guns [Tuesday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela looked pretty much the same way she always did as she bustled about setting up for the club. Which belied the fact that she was thinking furiously about whether or not it was worth sending the seniors off properly. She wasn't used to thinking about people in her circle of acquaintances just leaving, so it wasn't easy to know where to begin.

As people started to arrive for the meeting she gave each person a considering look. Was that someone she needed to figure out how to say goodbye to? Was that someone who might have a good idea for how to do that?

Of course, Triela being Triela, none of these thoughts kept her from grinning and welcoming people.

Third Floor Common Room - Tuesday Afternoon/Evening

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan set up coffee and snacks in the common room, courtesy of Student Council, for anyone who wanted to stop by.




[ack, so sorry for getting this up so late. I totally spaced it.]

The Roof, Tuesday Evening

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It had been a week since Art Crawl, and a week since Katchoo had seen Francine. You'd think, living on the same floor of the dorms and all, they'd have run into each other by now but by pure dumb luck Katchoo hadn't so much as caught a glimpse of her best friend.

If that was still the case, considering the way Francine had run off after their last conversation. She hadn't exactly had more friends than she could count on one hand anyway, and at least two of them were graduating soon. Factoring that in wasn't helping with the melancholy. Yes, melancholy -- she didn't have the energy to work up a proper rage.

She probably should have been studying for finals, but please, when had Katchoo ever cared about things like that? So the roof it was, feet dangling off the edge as she lit up what was probably going to be the first of way too many cigarettes tonight.

[OOC: And the roof is smoky, but open, and Chewie's moody but mellowly so.]