Monday, June 1st, 2009

[identity profile] asgardcreated.livejournal.com
It wasn't often that Jon was awake before 7am these days. He'd managed to avoid that by making sure his classes weren't first hour and it being summer. Of course, from the looks of things, it's highly possible (and is a fact) that he didn't go to bed the night before.

meta for, if there is meta for it World of Warcraft eats your soul. So does Second Life.

On the plus side, at some point he had gone out and bought boxes of donuts and there was coffee going for those who wanted it.
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
It was a brand new month and, while he was still feeling slightly under the weather, Fraser was feeling better than he had all last week. A weekend of rest was very helpful.

"Good morning," he said once the crew had assembled. "We've completed the ripping out of the carpeting. Thank you for all your help. Now, of course, we're going to prep for both the new tile and carpeting to be laid. That requires the floor underneath to be cleaned and the carpeting and tile to be hauled from the ground floor to the sixth floor. Be careful, work in pairs, and work at your own pace. Once the floor is prepped and the materials are here, we'll begin laying the new floor."

Fraser gave them all a nod and gestured for them to get to work.
[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com
Peyton hadn't really slept much - and her head was feeling miserable from everything she'd drunk. But hell, it's not like she had anywhere to be or anything to do till at least Thursday, so what difference did it make.

Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.

In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.

For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.

[Open as roofs are.]
[personal profile] bitchprince
His bruises had faded to a point where he could train again, so Arthur was, as usual, back in the salle to go through his morning routine, and to deal with his regulars as they showed themselves.

He was choosing to ignore anything that may have gone on over the weekend (although he was messing about with his Blackberry in order to finally let Reno in on what had happened on Friday. It was a work in progress, but he'd managed to work it down to ensorclld alli and he had hope that with time, he could both finish the last word, and add the 'golden fish' part. It was possible it would be easier if he simply figured out how to leave a voice-mail-- he was quite an expert in the field if he wasn't, in fact, lucid and sober) and took a good training sword instead to give his aching muscles something to remember.

Just an ordinary Monday morning, all in all. He had a vague hope it might actually stay that way for once.

[[ open salle as per usual! ]]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the carpet to watch her very silly daddy work.

Nonetheless, as silly as he was, he'd decided to make something that smelled rather delicious, so if someone else happened to wander by, well, Liir certainly wouldn't blame them for grabbing a few off the plate whether they stayed or not.

Next, of course, there was soup to get to, but all in good time...

[open common room is open and much like the dark side, has cookies][mun doing laundry for a bit]
[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com
Rose had a plan.  A plan to prepare for the inevitable bruises and stiffness that was going to result from her spar with Worf earlier. 

And so she was laying on one of the couches in the Common Room, flipping through the channels and looking for something good on.

Luckily she'd never claimed that it was a good plan.

She paused at baseball for a moment then moved on.  There had to be something better than watching old men throw balls around.

[OOC: Open for I am so bored.]

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