3rd Floor Common Room; Tuesday morning, super early

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Elle had a nightmare about giant mutant alligators. Again. This so had to stop because it was affecting her beauty sleep. Since she was awake and couldn't go back to sleep, she donned her robe and fluffy slippers, and trying not to wake her roommate or Bruiser, shuffled out and down to the common room.

It was still dark outside and she should be sound asleep, dreaming nice dreams about that cute boy in that funny movie she'd watched recently. With a little pout, she turned on the TV, kept it on mute so she didn't wake anyone up, and curled up on the sofa. Maybe she'd get up in a minute and make some muffins. For now she was content to flip through the channels, searching for something that'd take her mind off of alligators.


[[ It's almost 4am EST here. I haven't slept yet which means I'm loopy. But, la, post is open, such as it is. ]]

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

Huh. No Arthur to be seen, which meant that Zack was going to step up to the Reserves-Leader-Plate again, grinning a little. He kinda loved taking charge! So what?

"So, since we're hopefully starting to get into the swing of things again, this week we're going to talk about our weapons. Again!"

Why not?

"Every weapon has strengths and weaknesses. My sword, for example, has excellent reach because of its size, but it sacrifices manoeuvrability as a result. An arrow is better for ranged attacks, but weather conditions like rain or wind might affect your aim. Some weapons might rust in certain weather. And being on an island, well, we're prone to that kind of weather, yes. So what we're going to do today is try to come up with one example of a shortcoming of our weapon of choice, and how we're going to account for it!"

Zack then motioned to a cardboard box over by the wall.

"And please, please take a bag of Oreo cookies with you when you go. For you, for a friend, whatever. I might have bought a few too many."

A few cases too many.

[The Reserves are, as always, open to one and all!]

The Roof [Tuesday, Evening]

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Week and a half as a cat, and being up here with a fag in hand was one of the big things she'd missed. That and being able to drink... and maybe a few other things.

But yesterday she'd had Alex unknowingly taunting her with the idea of cigarettes, and, okay does it really surprise anyone this was the first place she came?

It was going to take her a little time to get back into the human mindset where she wasn't all cutesy and purring and sitting up here on the edge of the roof for a smoke would get her a good part of the way, she hoped.

Fucking island.

[[It's a roof, and completely open.]]