The Salle, Friday Morning

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Gabrielle was fairly certain that yesterday's Basic Sword Skills final had been, by academic standards, a disaster (and Academic Standards vs. Gabrielle Standards had been why she'd decided not to stay on at the Athens City Academy of the Performing Bards, in the end), although in a practical sense, she'd felt fleeing like she was on fire running was really her best option.

Bladed weapons still made her very, very nervous, at least when they were in her hands, so she'd come down first thing when she woke and sought out her staff. It was familiar, and that was comfortable, and besides, she needed the practice now that she didn't spend every waking moment of her day likely to be attacked by someone.

Five minutes into going after a practice dummy she decided it was far too quiet, so naturally she had to fix that.

"All right, who's next? Come on, I can take you . . . yeah, come and get some -- ha!" This, between energetic thwacks of staff against dummy, and a grin on Gabrielle's face that grew brighter as she went on with the, er, exercise. She wasn't usually prone to bantering during a fight, but Xena wasn't here and someone had to do it, or it'd just feel wrong.

[OOC: I seem to have gotten most of my work done for the day. o.O I may have just jinxed that, but anyway, as a salle is, it's open. And dorky.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday morning

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Raven really didn't expect to get mail, but ever so often she'd check because it was the normal thing to do. This morning she was surprised to find that somehow "Rachel Roth" had ended up on some sort of mailing list, because she had credit card offers and other junk mail. Most of it was discarded, of course, but one item drew her attention and she decided to look through it. Said item, which she now was curled on the common room couch reading, was a catalog for something called "The Pyramid Collection."

Raven was soon enthralled by the offerings, including the hooded velvet coat, and the halcyon ribbon dress, and the purple rose dress, and the bordeaux dress, and the velvet and taffeta dress, and the velvet moonbeam dress, and, ooooh, the Raven necklace.... Maybe she should reconsider those credit card offers after all.

The vampires welcome mat was right out, of course. But maybe she should get the vampire book. Purely for research purposes.


[ooc: open, of course, and inspired by the mun who got the same catalog the other day and would blow her paycheck in it if she could.]

Third Floor Common Room, late Friday morning

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"Okay, so then I put in the butter?" Dinah frowned into the phone, and said, "Right, low setting." She dumped two sticks of butter in the mixing bowl, and asked, "Why one egg at a time? Oh. Hunh."

Francine's Mom (and Francine) deserved cookies. So Alfred was walking Dinah through his recipe, so no explosions or poisonings would happen. It was a good way to start out her first day of break. Still room for disaster, but hey! Yummy cookies were much more likely.

roof | evening | august 21 | friday

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With summer classes over, Alex found himself gravitating to the roof again for a celebration. Okay, he was on the roof to smoke. He knew he could have gone out, gone to the mainland or something but he didn't feel particularly like doing that so he'd stayed local and gone to the roof.

He hopped up onto the edge, feet dangling over the side and pulled out the cigarettes. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do next week especially with half of the people he talk with off island for one reason or the other. Maybe he'd just go on a bender somewhere. Who knows, if he got really lucky, he'd run into his father in one of those bars. Fun times.

[roof is open!]