Sixth Floor | Monday | June 22

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Over the weekend, the NPC construction staff had installed all the plumbing that was needed for the various things being installed and were just finishing up some preliminary wiring when Fraser and the students arrived.

"As you can see, we're just about ready to start transforming this floor into something that resembles the other floors in the building. The construction staff are doing some wiring work so your job for today is to complete some minor yet important tasks. Screwing in the protective coverings of wall sockets and light switches, touching up the paint around the trim, checking to make sure all the plumbing works, making certain that everything will be accessible as the walls are standing now and to begin moving materials for the next phase from the ground floor up here."

See, not too hard, right?

"Safety first and remember not to put your fingers in wall sockets. That will not be pleasant."

At all.

The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Not that Arthur would admit it, but yesterday had helped to calm him down from the state of introverted confusion he'd been in since Thursday. He was no longer showing signs of such, or at least nothing that was as easily, visibly sedate.

He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin to stand guard come with him into the salle, but now that what bothered him worst had gotten out, he was free to focus on his movements to ward off the rest of it. Slowly, carefully, and with full concentration, he lapsed into familiar patterns that were as easy as breathing by now.

[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]

fourth floor common room | afternoon | monday | june 22

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

So, Hannibal had been having a rough few days lately. Things had improved, thankfully, and he was able to get himself back on track. After his one and only class (where he'd gotten a trophy!), he'd gone to the mainland and got that much talked about haircut. Nothing drastic, just a trim to keep it off his ears, neck and eyes (and to not give off the mountain man vibe what with the beard he hadn't shaved yet) but still noticeable. After that, he'd come back to the island and debated going back to bed. Eventually, he'd passed that up for something a little more social.

And that was how he came to be attempting to make some kind of grilled cheese sandwich concoction while listening to things go boom on the television. If he managed to not burn the common room down with his cooking, maybe he'd take a nap on the couch. Who knew? The afternoon was young, still.

[common rooms are open thiiiiiiiings.]

The Salle, Monday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Hiding out for a few days hadn't done her training any favors, so Tahiri decided to fix that problem and headed down in the evening with both her lightsaber and a remote. Putting a sign on the door to warn people of live (if low-level) fire, she set the remote to an intermediate setting, closed her eyes, and fell into the routine, deflecting stun blasts into the walls and ceiling with more frequency than she missed, though the occasional muttered curse slipped out when one of them got past her guard and left her shaking out a numbed arm or leg.

She was getting better, but she really could stand to improve more than that.

[OOC: Open, of course -- SP as I head home but around after that.]

roof / evening / monday / june 22

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With a choice between the deck and the roof, Alex chose the roof tonight for no other reason than the view was better and the air seemed different even if it really wasn't. He took a seat on the ledge, staring silently out across the island.

He hadn't called his mother back even if his phone had picked up three missed calls from her. Not in the mood to listen to her apologize again and again. Once he'd heard it the first five times, he stopped believing she was truly sorry. Instead, he let her leave messages and worry herself to death. He was really making strides in the 'son of the year' awards.

It was a warm night which meant nothing more than he didn't need a jacket to sit on the roof and smoke. He just hoped there wouldn't be some damn summer storm. Still didn't have an umbrella.

[getcher open roof!]