The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a typical Monday morning, involving no birds (thank God) or other mishaps so far. And so, Arthur (and Merlin) were in the salle, one handling a sword with deadly precision, the other... not handling a sword with deadly precision, despite inferences Katchoo may have made the previous night.

Ahem.

His sword flickered through the air, landing on either side of the dummy. He twisted and turned and struck again.

[[ open! ]]

Deck, Monday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

It was a warm morning, at least for November, and Jack had a little spring in his step as he returned to the dorms from a weekend visit home. After going upstairs to drop off his bag, he clattered back down to the deck with a large thermos of coffee, an apple, and a new-to-him novel of Hungarian history. It wasn't half-bad, for what it was.

He was eying the fire pit idly as he turned the pages, wondering if the warmth and appeal of a fire was worth the effort of collecting the wood.

[OOC: Open like a deck, yep!]

Third Floor Common Room [Monday, Evening]

[knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com]

So, last week had been kind of a weird one by Chuck's standards. Not that it took much to make it that for him. Attacking food just hit all the right criteria.

And one of the best ways (in his opinion) to counteract any residual nerves regarding killer veggies and whatever other crazy this place could throw at him, was to squash pixelated things... While eating pizza.

If anyone asked, Chuck was the muscled ninja-looking guy, and not Princess Peach.

[[The boy really needed to get out of his room for once. Open!]]