The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Radio was right, really. Sun or shine or massive emotional meltdown of epically confusing proportions, Arthur would always be in the salle, whether it be on Monday morning or the morning of just about any other day. He was mulish about that. Unwilling to slack. The whole lot of it.

Also, playing with sharp objects made him feel better about the complicated mess that was his life right now.

He wasn't exceptionally vicious at all, but rather controlled, focused, and more than happy to take to his work while Merlin went about his chores in the salle. Yes.

[[ open, with SP warning, and Merlin modded with permission as always ]]

sixth floor ballpit | afternoon | monday | july 27

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal hadn't ventured up to the sixth floor since it'd been renovated and, now that he was here, he didn't know if he'd be leaving.

There was a ball pit.

It took Hannibal a minute to realize that the ballpit was real and not some trap to get him to do his homework or study. No, it was an actual ballpit. As soon as he got over his shock, he was kicking off his shoes and diving into that giant ballpit.

Ballpit!

[oh yeah, first post in the ballpit! getting the silly stuff now while there's no eeeevil bde yet! open, of course!]

The Roof, Monday Afternoon [7.27]

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]

Around the Dorms, Monday Evening

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

There were signs up around the dorms. Someone might find the one putting them up lugging a few, and hopping up with tape in order to get them at eye level. That individual was tiny, and green, and believe it or not, grumbling.

The signs had a copy of Robin's headshot on them and read:

I'M HERE, I'M REAL, GET USED TO IT! If only he had access to a megaphone.

[Open for anyone who wants to see the signs or catch Robin in the act.]