The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Thank God it's Monday.

That was the general idea of Arthur's mood in the salle that morning, yes. In fact, no amount of skittering elves or whatever they were could distract him from his rather pointed, joyful mauling of a practice dummy.

Yes. Thank God it's Monday.

[[ ooopen. ]]

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

After class, Raven retreated to the roof. She was still completely out of sorts from being a dominatrix over the weekend and punishing and whipping her "clients." She needed some hardcore meditation to re-center herself.

Wait, hardcore was probably not the word she was looking for.

Jack, at least, was being a perfect gentleman about things, which made it much easier to deal with. Two of the men were strangers, so hopefully she would never see them again. Which mostly just left Dinah, Aphrodite, Hannibal, Max, any lingering weirdness with Joan...and Merlin. The memory of how he'd looked at her made her shudder.

On the bright side, she hadn't misused her powers again, right?


[ooc: open like a rooftop on a chilly afternoon.]

Third floor common room [early evening]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat had spent the weekend dead (by pillow and of all the ways he'd been killed in the past that was by far the most embarrassing) and had come back with a very apologetic Zayne helping to dig him out of the ground.

Bloody stupid island.

So Mat had spent most of the day sleeping (after taking two record breaking showers in terms of both heat of water and length of time spent under it), and was now playing fetch with the wee elves in the common room.

He was hoping if he looked adorable enough someone would feed him.

[OOC: So very open.]