The roof, LATE Thursday night/EARLY Friday morning

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Shilo could not sleep. So she came up to the roof, where she could think without feeling like she might disturb Momoko.

Right. Thinking. Not about blond princes in Spandex and great asses and-

"SHILO MARNI WALLACE. Get a hold of yourself, right now." Yes, she was going to lecture herself.

[ooc: open like a roof, feel free to catch her up here. Yes, I just decided that Nathan would name her after her mother on the spot.]

The Pool; Friday Morning [ 06/05 ].

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Valentine figured she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she'd been pretty disquieted over the last few days. She had multiple theories that easily explained it well enough that she could shove it aside and not directly approach the topic. She was good at that, avoiding something until she was sure it could be useful to her. But the fact that she couldn't quite piece together how what she was feeling could be useful to her lead her to wanting to step back from it all for a moment.

She decided to go down to the pool, figuring it would be quiet in the morning, and she could just sit a while, thinking, comforted by the water and what water meant to her now. She considered ducking into town to pick up a swimsuit that was a little...more interesting than hers, basic and functional, but then settled on the fact that basic and functional was all that was needed. Anything something more interesting would accomplish would be to draw attention to certain aspects of herself...

...and she wasn't quite knowledgeable enough about those aspects to go flashing them around for other people to see, really. That's why she was here now, in the morning after her class, sitting at the edge of the pool and watching her feet trail through the water, enjoying the isolation of the big empty room and thinking about isolation in a lake basin on a raft.

It was a good way to kill the morning hours.


[[ open pool is open! ]]

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Agnes didn't really consider herself much good in the kitchen. On the other hand, she was from Lancre, and female, so she was WAY more than adequate. Tonight, for whatever reason, she was puttering around in the kitchenette with a cookbook propped open on the counter and humming to herself.


Of course, the cookbook in question was her newly-purchased copy of The Joye of Snacks, the melody she was humming was something hypnotically alluring with toe-tingling purrs in it, and the recipe she was whipping up was number 53, Chocolate Delight with Special Secret Sauce. Sure, she couldn't make it like Nanny Ogg could, but it was a dessert that on its own could cause the kind of behavior the island was experiencing this week. Adding the two TOGETHER, who knew what could happen?

This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG and you should stop it RIGHT NOW.

Agnes had stopped caring.

The Salle, Friday afternoon

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Leto would much rather have stayed in his room all day. While Wednesday had been pleasant enough, he didn't appreciate this lack of self-control in himself. Also, Alice hadn't been quite pleased about the radio report on Thursday, and Practical Etiquette class had been rather awkward.

Yes, awkward. And he wasn't referring to being unable to keep his eyes from Miss Bennet's cleavage while she was talking, but the fact that he had kissed a brainwashed girl assassin who had made it clear to him she didn't appreciate to be touched. At least she hadn't made an attempt on his life yet.

So, staying in his room would have been his choice, but he had promised Karla to introduce her to fighting. Perhaps he should have cancelled, he thought as he arrived. Karla was rather jumpy, and a witch possessing powers he wasn't sure of, and he would rather not be turned into something odd.

While waiting for his student, Leto had taken to stabbing a dummy. He rarely did that, but at least he could keep his mind on it.

"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."

The litany went quite well together with mutilating a dummy.

[Leto is here for Karla, but the Salle is open]