4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

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Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

2nd floor common room - wednesday evening - 9/2

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Fiona had had a reasonably long day, between the two classes and the neatening up she'd done in the room. She'd even cleaned the litter box which was... not the most pleasant job in the world, but necessary when there were two kittens in the room.

But now, she was curled up on the couches with the television on mostly for ambient noise, a book of military strategy on one thigh and Nyx on the other. The kitten in question was batting at her hand; whether she had claws out or not, Fiona couldn't tell you but probably not. The kitten knew better.

[open like a common room!][zomg been too long since I did one!]

The Salle, Late Late Late Wednesday Night

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She'd been trying to sleep when the familiar unsettling feeling hit her, the stirring in the back of her mind that meant Riina was awake. Tahiri wasn't sure what had brought it on this time; she'd had a good week so far, and with Firekeeper back safely that was one less thing to worry about. Riina didn't usually stir unless there was something that triggered a strong reaction from her, or if Tahiri was under stress.

She didn't like it, though. So Tahiri slipped out of her room and down to the salle with a stop at the weapons locker on the way. She could have gone up to the sixth floor quiet room, but this would serve her purposes better.

Settling into a cross-legged position on the floor in the darkened salle, Tahiri closed her eyes and gripped the hilt of her lightsaber in both hands, feeling its cool metal surface beneath her fingers. Metal. Non-organic. Riina hated it, and Tahiri could feel her snarling. She wrapped her fingers more tightly around the hilt, defiantly. This is me.

Her jaw clenched against the sudden impulse to Force-hurl the lightsaber across the room, and in response Tahiri thumbed the blade on, casting the salle in its ice-blue glow. She could hear the hum of energy, feel the vibration . . . and felt Riina recoil indignantly, snarling something about abomination. This is me. This is who I am. Get. Kriffing. Used. To. It.

Riina didn't back down, though, and Tahiri got to her feet, reaching out in the Force to activate the remote lying a few meters away; it rose into the air and added to the noise of machinery. Take that, Riina. Deal with it. The first bolt sang toward her and she whirled to block it. Then the second, and the third.

Riina never backed down, but Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of the drill and the flow of the Force around her, focusing on that and only that. If she could just keep this up until they were both too exhausted, she'd count it as a victory for now. And buy herself a little more time.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if you're up at stupid o'clock, why not?]

The Roof, Wednesday Evening [9.2]

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After handwavily indulging in cigars last night after the broadcast, Emma wasn't craving a smoke right now. Still, she liked the roof, and had taken her AP Algebra textbook up with her to get out of her room for a bit. Hank had somehow arranged for her to take a correspondence class for credit, so that she'd have more 'traditional' classes on her transcripts. She would have preferred statistics, honestly, but algebra wasn't too painful.

And if she kept twirling a cigarette between her fingers as she worked on her assignment, well, she'd need a break soon anyway.

[open roof is open!]

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

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It should have come as no surprise that as soon as Kelly figured out the year (and it took her long enough), she bounded out to the common room to plunk in front of a TV and try to take in as much pop culture as possible.

"Those pants are cute! Omigod, so cute! And that tall blonde chick who, like, poses everywhere? Is awesome. I like her dog! BRAD AND ANGELINA HAVE LIKE, SEVENTY BABIES. What happened? They both used to be like, super-hot and like, now they have a million babies, and babies are cool but like, none of those kids really look like them! That's so weird."

And so forth. No, she wasn't talking to anyone in particular.

[so, so open.]