The Pool, Saturday afternoon

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Dinah opened the door to the pool and held it for Jaime, smiling. "And here we are. Pretty easy to find." She hit the lights, and grinned as the pool lit up, dropping her towel and cover-up onto a nearby chair, then kicked off her flip-flops. "High dive, low dive, lanes. Pretty much a standard pool. All rumors of sharks have yet to be anything more than stories.

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The Roof; Saturday Afternoon

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There were several ways to indicate fall was upon you. Changing leaves, of course, would be the obvious one. You could look at a calendar, which was just a boring way to do it. Or you could check to see if Chuck Bass was wearing his trademark scarf. Which he was. It truly was the greatest time of the year.

Yep, scarf around his neck and a joint in one hand, Chuck was laid back in a chair reading Les Liaisons dangereuses for about the tenth time. It was the only way he could keep his French in check without, you know, actually going to France.

[Look, it was nippy when I went to go get the mail earlier. I declare it fall. Post is open, of course]

Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

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Loaded down with takeout bags from the Mexican place, Bobby was beginning to detect a bit of a theme in regards to this island and his attempts to order food. Namely, that everyone seemed to insist on giving him way more than he'd actually ordered.

Not that he was complaining, because 1) food was awesome and 2) it brought people out to talk to, which was also awesome.

[ooc: CR is open, and full of moddable Mexican food!]

Through The Dorms

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At some point on Saturday evening, posters went up throughout the dorms.

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[[OOC: Check your community invites guys. :) ]]

4th floor common room - Dinner-ish

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Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]