The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a Monday.

It had been a normal weekend.

Arthur, ergo, was in the salle, practicing his staffwork for once. He did have a battle with Mat due tomorrow which was going to be pushed towards next week due to a sudden case of the fox, SPOILERS and it wouldn't do to show up in anything but perfect fighting shape.

He made for a few impressive sweeps through the air as he practiced, showing off for his (Merlin-y) audience as usual.

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Third Floor CR, Monday Night

[living_endless]

It wasn't even Thanksgiving yet, but Didi was firmly of the opinion that it was never too early for Christmas cookies. She flopped down with a bin of frosted sugar cookies shaped like bells and wreaths and an old Katharine Hepburn movie.

She'd probably share the cookies.

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The Roof, Monday Night

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Any brooding or emoing Leda had been doing for the last week or so had been abruptly interrupted by a Gremlin who was getting sick of the gloomy atmosphere in Leda's room.

So now Eponine was on the roof unbearing her soul to the view and the clouds and anyone who may be in ear shot.

"On my own, pretending he's beside me..."

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