4th Floor Common Room, Afternoon

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Fandom High had it's traditions. It had it's gremlins, weird lockers, zombie band, and shirtless students. It also had another, slightly less wide spread, but no less bizarre tradition. A very personal tradition, really.

Which is why there was a polar bear lounging on the floor in front of the TV and the AC was turned on to full blast. The polar bear also had a giant tub of ice cream and, even more randomly, an old fashioned glass bottle of Coca-Cola.

Space Battles IV was playing on the TV. The remote was well hidden underneath a couch, along with a pile of clothes.

[ooc: Marco is still cuter than Anders. Open!]

The roof, Sunday late morning

[future_sandworm]

Perhaps moving into these cabins would be a good thing, Leto thought. Things had been a little too tense between him and his roommate lately, and as to not make it worse, Leto had decided that music practise was better done elsewhere unless he had the room to himself. Playing the baliset still had the ability to soothe his mind, as well as some of the memories within him; especially his father. And while sitting on the edge of the roof wasn't quite like staring out across the desert looking for worms from one of the rocks above Sietch Tabr, the clear view still gave a sense of freedom.

He played a slow melody, his mind wandering between the notes and memories of Dune.

[Open roof, of course.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer made a conscious effort to get out of her room that evening. She knew she'd been sulking in her room for a bit too long (It was Mother's Day, she told herself, and her mom hadn't been gone very long at all. It was normal to let this have an effect on her).

So, the common room seemed like a good middle place. Close to the room, and other people would probably be around.

She flipped on the TV and instantly was consumed by the concept of over one hundred channels.

[ooc: Open!]

The roof, Sunday evening

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After Fight Club, Dinah changed out of her workout clothes and headed up to the roof, leaving a message for a few people to join her if they wanted, and settled in to throw her Nerf boomerangs off the edge. Lots to think about, lots of new people, and a new class tomorrow as well as a still-new job this week.

The sun hadn't set yet, but it was getting there.



[ooc: open to new and old! Mod a phone call if Dinah's likely to leave you one.]