The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Sure, Dinah had cancelled her training for the day due to some trip or another, but ahaha if you thought that meant Arthur wasn't going to be in the salle that morning anyway, sword in hand, mail weighing him down enough to put some good strain on his muscles. He was making clear strikes with it again, stuck in a rather more advanced attacking drill.

Nothing upset or particularly upbeat about it. Just... moving.

[[ open salle as always ]]

Computer Lab, Monday Morning

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack had started off trying to find information on the new models of semi trucks, which led to browsing of videos on Youtube about the reviews of the trucks.

Honest.

He had no idea how he found his way to this parody of Dusk and Wendy the Werewolf Stalker and the guy from Spooky Things. Honest. Maybe he should turn down the volume...

[Open like a computer lab]

The Garden, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla thrust her fingers deep into the earth, sending little tendrils of Craft to all the plants, strengthening their root systems, preparing them for the oncoming winter. Oh, this plant was thin and struggling--she sent it some extra power to fortify it. Over there, run-off water had leeched away some of nutrients from the soil--Karla used some of her own energies to make the soil healthy again and also reshaped things a bit, so that the water would drain helpfully into the garden, rather than overflowing and taking away the land's vitality the way it had before.

Honestly, the garden was beautiful, healthy, and well-maintained. There was little for her to do; even the plants needed only the tiniest nudge from her to make sure they were prepared for their seasonal sleep. It didn't matter though--Queens needed contact with the land just as much--or more--than the land needed them. Just being with the land soothed and centered Karla, helping her work past the horrors of a few weekends past. Working in the garden helped in a way no one and nothing else could. Her friends were wonderful, her teachers understanding, but the land was a part of her.

Besides, there was something to be said about being good and grubby. She was in her oldest clothing, dirt smudged on her face and embedded under her nails, knees and elbows stained the dark brown of rich soil.

In all, Karla felt better than she had in weeks.

[Forecast is open with a chance of SP]

5th Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[trigons_child]

Raven had a secret, one she hadn't shared with anyone. It was even more closely guarded than the whole being a demon thing. Raven, you see, had developed an addiction...to Rumor Gal.

So come Monday night, she slipped out to the common room, pleased to find it empty. She wasn't sure how to explain her obsession with the show. Some of the characters did terrible things to one another, but it was so rich with so many powerful emotions, and she enjoyed experiencing them vicariously. She was particularly drawn to the bad boy of the show for some reason, and, though she'd never admit it, she was anxious to find out if he and his girlfriend were involved in the threesome that was supposed to happen tonight.

She sat down on the couch, curling her legs under her, and flipped on the TV, munching on a plate of vegetables as she waited for the show to begin.


[*sigh* It's canon. Raven watches Gossip Girl religiously. :D Up a bit early so I don't forget, like I have for the past three Mondays.]

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[wantstodirect]

Tony had a can of pop, a bag of beef jerky and a can of spray cheese. He settled in the second floor common room to watch this week's episode of Darkest Night. Tonight Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant investigated crop circles. Aliens? Fakes? Or... something else?

[Open!]