The Roof, Friday morning

[trigons_child]

Raven woke up early Friday morning beglittered and mortified. She wasn't sure what had happened the night before at Karla's slumber party, but she was convinced it was somehow her fault. The first time she'd encountered not-the-vampire Max, she'd slept with Chuck. Thursday afternoon she'd lost her hold on her fear and anger around Max again, and then that evening the party had turned into a veritable orgy of kissing. Both times she'd craved comfort and pleasant feelings to balance out the bad, so of course she must've caused it somehow. Because everyone knew glitter didn't cause girls to kiss.

Diana was still sleeping, so Raven went up to the roof to try to meditate. Stupid emotions. Stupid boys. Stupid kissing. Still not king.


[Roof is open, of course. Save me from doing actual work!]

The roof, late afternoon/evening, Friday

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[Wait for the OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]

The Park [mid-afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

"Mee mee mee!" Ben, well, meeped at his grandfather as they walked through the park.

Anakin adjusted large glasses on his nose (which he didn't need) and stared way, way up at Ben (who was five inches shorter than he was). "Nonsense, Beaker," he tutted. "Nothing is going to go wrong with this machine! Soon we will be able to turn gold into cottage cheese!"

He turned to adjust the machinery on his invention. Which, yes, was invisible.

The gremlins had struck again!

[OOC: Come boggle! Yes, in the wrong comm. SHHHH.]

The Roof, Friday Afternoon

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

After a handwaved night spent in the clinic, and getting some kind of pills for her symptoms, Leda had fled, changed and come to brood sulk hang out on the roof. Physically she felt fine, if a little tired.

Actually, she felt better than she had since she'd quit the peca. She hoped she wouldn't get addicted to the meds.

[Open!]

The Salle, Friday afternoon

[future_sandworm]

As usual, Leto was in the salle in the afternoon. While waiting to see who would show up, he did some practise himself. No blades today, just two knives and a dummy, which was too easy, really, but gave him the opportunity to work on subtle details of movement. He hadn't slept well, and his mind seemed inclined to wander, and the drills failed to really catch his complete attention.

[Salle is open. Leto are expecting a few, who may show up and practise handwavily if they want.]

Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes, Friday

[bitchprince]

"Good afternoon, Kappa Kappa Gremlin," Arthur called, standing firmly at ease in front of the crowd. "Today, Hannibal has devised a test for your mettle..." You could kind of tell he was struggling not to laugh.

And Hannibal was shooting him glares, just daring him to laugh. But, he had better things to do so he turned back to the frat.

"And no, it's not our version of what apparently went on last night on the sixth floor," he added. Dammit, why hadn't he wandered up there? "Today, we're going to see how tough you are in the realm of...food consumption."

"Food consumption," Arthur repeated. He had nothing but a very effective oh-dear-lord-did-you-catch-this-guy-talking face. It was an admirable sign of restraint, really. "Is vital."

"It is," Hannibal insisted like he could make Arthur believe it with just the power of his words. Fat chance but he'd still try. "So, today, we're going to see how many...hot dogs you can eat without making a mess."

If anyone threw up, Hannibal was giving them a mop and a some paper towels.

"Well, you all have your marching orders," Arthur said, by now utterly beaming. He didn't even have to say anything. Hannibal kind of mocked himself. "Get eating."

[[ open! ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Friday Evening | 9/25

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

Hayley was enjoying herself a little too much, this evening. Which really wasn't a dent in how much she'd enjoyed last night.

But for now, she was having fun making a big ice cream sundae, with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, nuts, and lots and lots of sprinkles.

She liked sprinkles.

Then, she sat down to see what was on TV. She still was utterly fascinated by how many channels there were.

[ooc: The common room is open, and there is plenty of sundae fixings for all]