Second Floor Common Room, Early Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid. No, definitely more afraid than that. Well, if that's the best you can do, it'll have to be enough, but just remember you were warned.

Karla poked her head into the common room; an old, tattered book clutched in her hands. Good, Merlin wasn't here yet. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he wouldn't come at all! There was one brief surge of hope before her shoulders slumped. No, Merlin would be here. He'd been far too excited at the idea to give it up at the last minute.

Clearly, the Darkness was not inclined to be merciful.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Actually, no, she was quite certain she didn't want to do this. But Merlin had asked and she had promised to help no matter what. In the future, there was a certain little witchling who would be much more careful about what she promised to who, that was for damn sure.

The kitchen--innocent, benign, not at all looking like it was about to harbor eldritch horrors--was probably the best place to begin assembling ingredients. First, Karla pulled out a bunch of mixing bowls and several pots and pans, including a pot easily big enough to serve as a respectable cauldron. Then she placed the book down on the counter, opened the cover, and coughed as dust, soot, and cobwebs flew off the pages and into her face.

The script was thin, faded and spidery; hard to make out and even harder to read. The ink had faded to a dull reddish-brown and the accompanying illustrations were sepia-toned. Karla puzzled over the text for a moment, flipping past several pages illustrating different kinds of knives, pausing a moment over detailed instructions on the proper way to slaughter a chicken, and, hey, was that an octopus tentacle in that image there?! Finally, though, she found the appropriate section of the book.

Cookies

Karla and Merlin were baking.

[Post is open as all common rooms are, but please no volunteering to help with the baking. Let our poor bakers muddle through on their own. It's totally character-building and a learning experience.]

3rd Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

The Roof, after Reserves, Tuesday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

No Rehearsal today, and Reserves had been fun, but now, something even more cool: Karla was going to teach Dinah how to fly.

WOO!

Excuse the blonde air-walking on the edge of the roof. She's just giddy with anticipation.

[for glacial_witch, though open for gawkers]

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Beyond the rapidly-healing scratch on his left arm, Arthur looked downright sprightly today, for whatever measure of the phrase. He rubbed his gloves together as the reservists arrived, and didn't stop until everyone was there. "Two weeks ago, we spoke about guerilla tactics," he said, "I hope you've remembered some of it. Today, we'll be focusing on the stealth, rather than the immediate location of the ambush. We must find ways to render ourselves completely inaudible when need be, both through the use of tools, and our own skills."

He considered the group. "If any of you - including those of you affiliated with the other groups rather than this one - know of any tools at your own disposal that will minimize our own noise, especially in forestal environments or cobblestoned roads or the like, please share those with everyone so that we will know what options we've got if the time comes."

"As for the skills, a bit of hands-on practice might be needed." He nodded towards the preserve. "A while ago, we hid and sought each other out in the woods. Now, I propose something similar, but different. Form up pairs. One of you will venture deep into the forest, and then attempt to return here--" He leaned back to pat a particular spot on the dorm wall, "Without being spotted. You may draft others onto your team, if need me. The other must, at the very least, fully discern the location of the first, and whether or not they're alone-- and if possible, catch them."

He crossed his arms. "Remember that the movement of our troops and their numbers alone is valuable information in the hands of the enemy," he finished, "So it's key that you make sure you are not seen, nor heard enough to find."

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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[vanillajello]

As promised, on Tuesday evening Kate came to the common room, armed with a soda bottle, chocolate, some fruit that she still had from the luau, and a dvd copy of meta forThe Breakfast Club.

She had chosen the movie after careful consideration from a vast array of high school movies. It seemed to be the best one when it came to showcasing the stereotypes she had lived with at her old school. And it had a young Judd Nelson, which didn’t hurt, either.

Kate set up the dvd, grabbed the remote, and sat down on the sofa with the best view of the TV. Then she munched idly on pieces of exotic fruit while she waited for Leto.


[OOC: Kate is here to watch the movie with Leto, but she’s completely botherable, and the post is of course open for all your common room evening needs!]

The Deck: Tuesday Night [8-18-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

The sky was threatening rain, but it had been hot enough that a little rain actually might not be all that bad. Besides, there was a nice breeze that felt just heavenly.

Peyton stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and debated whether she should order a pizza to be delivered. Then again, maybe she should wait. She probably wasn't the only one who'd want to take advantage of the breeze.


[Open as decks are!]