4th Floor Common Room: Wednesday Late Morning [12-9-09]

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Helen was tired of being in her room so she made her way down to the common room. She flipped on the TV and watched with some dismay and confusion part of a show where people were yelling and threatening and weeping about the paternity of their children. While it was a bit fascinating in the way that some sort of natural diaster was, she couldn't stand to watch it for long. She did finally find a marathon of a cooking competition show and decided that would be a better choice for her.

And, while she was watching about cooking, why not do some of her own and make an early lunch. Maybe something warm and comforting like that lasagna thing she'd tried once. Yes, that sounded good, so she started pulling out ingredients and got to work.


[ooc: Open as common rooms are!]

The Roof, Wednesday Afternoon [12.9]

[icecoldfrost]

Between this weekend, the Rescue Rangers events of the previous week, and the whatever-the-heck was going around at the play last night, Emma needed a smoke.

Honestly, she could kill off an entire carton repressing the events of last weekend, but she was going to sit on the roof ledge and be good and stick to one or two cigarettes. Maybe three, if she felt like indulging.

Four, if anyone gave her any crap, but Emma wasn't anticipating needing to deal with anything that couldn't be solved with a glare and judicious unethical use of her powers. Or mocking. Mocking solved everything.

[Open roof. SP disclaimer applies, as I haven't been getting notifs for anyone since Friday. Poke me over email if I don't answer.]

Third Floor Common Room [Wednesday Evening]

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Joan and Liir were in the common room with their cakes from cooking class yesterday. There was also eggnog and hot chocolate.

A selection of holiday movies rested on top of the television.

"What should we watch first?"




[open to all who wanna hang and watch Christmas movies. Posted early because I will be AFK for a good chunk of the evening but I'll tag before and after!]

Magic Reserves, The Preserve. Wednesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Merlin was still trying his best to not be seen, even as he was there to help lead the reserve. It was a very complicated maneuver. "Hello everyone," He said, looking at a nice tree that he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of.

"We thought, in light of the---weekend---we ought to come up with a plan of what to do in case you remain normal as that happens again."

This was Karla, eyes on her feet, steadily repressing any memories she might have of leather catsuits and her 'darke Master'. "So, we're definitely going to ask anyone who did remain normal to share what they experienced," she continued, fighting off a blush. "Especially if they have tips to share."

"How did you realize that people weren't normal?" Tony asked. "I mean, sometimes it's obvious, but sometimes it's just something small that makes you notice things aren't quite right."

Merlin managed one tiny glance over at Karla and Tony and--Karla again. He couldn't seem to look away now.

"I--yes. Small things." He cleared his throat and moved not so vaguely straight for her. He hadn't never truly realized how he felt until this very moment.

Well, it was kind of hard not to acknowledge at Merlin when he was right there. Karla glanced over, experienced yet another moment of slight dizziness where it felt like the world was shifting beneath her feet, and then dazedly blinked up into his wonderful, handsome, incredibly beloved face.

"Precisely," she breathed, swaying closer to him. "The problem is, the people involved don't seem to have any idea that they're behaving in any way unnaturally. It seems perfectly sensible and logical for them to engage in whatever bizarre activities they've adopted and they have no memory of being in any way different."

Would he be willing to kiss her? Would he mind if she kissed him? Did it matter? All Karla knew was that she loved him more than anyone else in the world. Hell's fire, he was her world.

Tony gave them a funny look, then quietly slid his camera phone from his pocket. "It never hurts to get pictures or video of what's happening," he said. "For documentation purposes."

[OCD up!]

Cheerleading Practice, Gym [Wednesday, After Classes]

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Angela was so much more of a fan of the random festivity than she was of intervals of crazy like this previous weekend. So much more. Cookies falling out of cupboards all over the place was something she'd call a pro, on any day. Okay, there was a lot of them. More than she knew what to do with, but at least she had people here to pass them all off onto.

Or, people she could try to pass them off onto. Better than nothing.

The music was appropriately peppy and loud and there were cookies and water for anyone that wanted that. Use your sugar rush to it's advantage!