The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

His father hadn't shown up all weekend.

Things had returned to normal.

Arthur could breathe again (and stop hiding staying at a strategic location with plenty of options in terms of diversion-from-the-sorcery). Of course, that meant that the Monday morning schedule had to be observed as routine, and therefore, he was there (as was Merlin), going through a drill that was meant to promote efficiency, not show.

Not chopping anything up today, no.

[[ open salle as always ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)