Sixth Floor | Monday | June 8

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All things considered, not much had gotten done last Wednesday. Everyone seemed to have a lot of other things on their mind and Fraser couldn't necessarily fault them since he'd been thinking the same thing. The framing of the sixth floor had gotten somewhere thanks in part to an NPC staff of workers who seemed to have dealt with hormones quite well.

"Good morning," Fraser said, nodding. "I hope we are all feeling a bit...better. We're going to continue the work on the walls since we lost a few days to things." Things, yes. "NPC construction has started things out so you'll just be helping with what's been set up and what needs to be set up. This definitely requires a hard hat and a tool belt. Safety first."

Fraser hoped they took that into account last week too.

"Please get to work," he said, gesturing to the walls. "Thank you."

Third Floor Common Room - Monday Morning

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Claire was in a great mood this morning. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders thanks to her conversation with Dinah last night. Plus there was the whole normal hormones thing.

And maybe thinking about Jon a little.

She was awake far earlier than she needed to be, so she headed down to the common room and found what she needed to bake some cookies. She put the radio on and might even be singing along a little.


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The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Fighting Ben still in SP last night had been somewhat cathartic. It hadn't been cathartic enough not to send Arthur back down to the salle with a sword and a mission to use it. So there he was, slicing clean but sure along the lines of a dummy with said practice sword.

There were few times in the week he felt anywhere near at ease. This was probably the most reliable.

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2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[bitten_notshy]

After the disaster that was his encounter with Emma, Jack did what he had wanted to do to start with. He went home to Sebastien at first light on Sunday.

Thirty-six hours later, he was back in Fandom, well-scrubbed, missing a bit of blood, and considerably more philosophic about the whole thing. He hummed to himself absently as he flipped through channels on the television. It almost all seemed idiotic, but he supposed that was a part of this time.