The Stables, Thursday Morning

[bitchprince]

So, there had been... talking, all around. This week.

And then there had been thinking.

Some would say that Arthur thinking quite like that would be a stellarly bad idea.

Either way, it led to him, in the stables, with a puppy and a few horses. And a manservant. "We need to talk," he said.

Arthur did not know the significance of that line in this time and culture, no.

[[ thread with Arthur locked to that guy, but open if anyone needs to use the stables for something else. the fact that they had a Conversation and Arthur passed out is FB; the rest is NFB ]]

Third Floor Common Room [Thursday Morning]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan had listened to radio last night and was troubled by what she heard. Why couldn't God ever come and give her instructions that would be useful in times like this?

Since He hadn't, she decided to offer the best support she knew how: food. Which was why she was in the common room making omelets for anyone who wanted them.


[open if anyone wants to play in 'real life' :D]

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[vanillajello]

Kate had slept late, and then spent most of the day reading and talking to her mother on the phone. It had been that sort of a day. But now she had finally wandered in to the common room in search of company, and was microwaving a pizza and drinking cranberry juice.

Listening to the radio the past few days had left her feeling slightly on edge, which meant that when her cellphone suddenly buzzed in her pocket to inform of a text message, it was no surprise that it actually made her jump. Unfortunately, it also made her spill the juice over the floor and down the front of her hoodie.

”Great. Just awesome,” she muttered, looking down at her clothes. There was no way she could pass the big red stain as a part of the print. And the hoodie had just been washed! Awesome, only not.

She sighed and put the glass down, before getting some paper and starting to clean up the juice from the floor.

[Ooopen, as common rooms are! Come freak out randomly over stains that vaguely resemble blood! Had to do a little coincidence echo of something from yesterday in the BDE.]

The Deck, Thursday Morning

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Despite protests to the contrary, Edmund did listen to the radio on occasion. Last night he didn't like what he'd heard. He hadn't been affected by the rash of bad dreams, but it was troubling nonetheless. There was also nothing you could do about bad dreams - no way to fight and nothing to fight with short of a glass of warm milk and leaving a night light on. It might have been nothing, but in Fandom something occurring around the island usually wasn't nothing.

So here he stood and watched. If all was normal, then good, but he wasn't about to be caught unaware if something that was the cause of the bad dreams did storm the school. He was in for a long wait.

[OOC: Up for a few hours! Sleeeeeep.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino was cooking.

Which she didn't do often, admittedly, but she wasn't bad at. It just wasn't all that fun for her. And, alright, it was a pretty basic meal of fried chicken and rice, but that was a lot more effort than she usually put into it and Ino knew it was mostly because she was rather bored and hoping vaguely that food would draw people out.

It was really weird, how everyone ever was, like, so sleepy. Because, seriously, she was just the same as usual. Weird. Ino flicked the TV on, setting it to a music channel, and sang along snatches of lyrics as she chopped up vegetables.

[Open, naturally!]