4th Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

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This week was working very, very nicely for Angela, thank you. She hadn't kissed or flirted with the wrong people, or been without someone to help her out when she wanted to get rid of that excess pent up energy.

This last few days, had been kind of amazing (if tiring) as far as she was concerned, and the amount of time she'd spent outside her room, had been minimal.

Occasionally though, there was a need for things like food and showers, and it was the first of those things that had driven her from her cosy room and boyfriend to make sandwiches (easy things, she didn't have the concentration for more than that) and she was pottering around the common room kitchen in hot pants and a t-shirt putting them together, humming to a jingle on the TV as she did so.

[[Common room is open like a common room is.]]

Second floor common room, Saturday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

There were pros and cons to the greatest week ever.

Pros: Boys. And a valid, obvious reason to do them without anyone getting judgey.

Cons: Usually she could do what she wanted when she wanted with who and it was no problem, so that part wasn't really any different from her on a normal day. But after a while that antsiness came back, and at this time of the day on a Saturday, who knew who was actually around/not already- ahem- busy.

So it was a mildly frustrated Brooke waiting impatiently for the coffee to brew, sometimes with irritated hand gestures that she knew wouldn't work and the occasional, "Come on already." Because it had not occurred to her that caffeine would not help.


[I am up too damn early and nowhere I need to be opens for hours. Entertain me.]

Salle - Saturday around noon - 6/6

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After a brief exploration of the dorms, Fiona made her way to the salle, deciding that a bit of violence might be the best to get the itchiness out of her feet. She had her yo-yo with her, as per usual, but she put it aside in favor of working on the sword drills Arthur had shown her. Just three more days before she'd have to show it to him again, no doubt, and if she didn't have it down perfectly, he'd have even more to gripe about.

Regardless of her concerns for Arthur, she got a bit creative after a while. She added an extra thrust here, doubled her speed to put in a surplus jab where it felt appropriate, turned her blade to make a turn go faster. She'd have to remember not to do it while Arthur was watching, but it felt good nonetheless.

Which was starting to be rare.

[open as these things are]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Tony put the DVD for the Roman Polanski version of The Scottish Play into the player and went to make popcorn while the FBI warning came up on the screen. He plopped down on the couch with his popcorn and pop and waited for a few people to arrive before starting the movie itself.

[Open to all!]

3rd Floor Common Room: Saturday early evening [6-6-09]

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Peyton had tried to report for detention today, but no one else had shown up. Which seemed to be on par with the way the rest of her week had been.

Solitary, um... activities in her room hadn't helped much, so she'd headed to the common room, sprawled out on the couch in something a little more exposed than she might ordinarily wear, ordered more pizza than she could ever eat when she couldn't decide on what she wanted, and was flipping through channels on the TV.

Funny how everything made her think of sex.


[Open with pizza!]