The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a Monday. Arthur was training. The weekend had been... normal. These were all good ingredients for a decent morning, if you asked him, and since he was the only person in the room who was currently involved in narrative, damn straight you were asking him. Or something.

Practice was quick and fierce today, combining his natural discipline with more than a measure of fire as he went through some of his more intense attack drills.

[[ open! ]]

First Floor Lobby - Throughout the Day

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

There was a cart set up in the lobby. Not just any cart, no, but a magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness. Oh yes, it was Student Council's Finals Week coffee cart, and the Perk and J. GOB had outdid themselves in their offerings to the magical cart of caffeine.

Also George was around when he wasn't taking his Sex Ed final. And if you thought he wasn't overdosing on caffeine and sugary goods, well, clearly you have never met the magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness.

[OOC: IDEK. Open to all, mod your drinks and snacks and YAY FINALS]

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven and Karla had A Very Important Mission: there were cookies to be made for Santakin Santa Claus! After all, they had promised the appropriate tribute in return for their ponies. Though Raven had never baked before, so she was relying on Karla's guidance in preparing them.

It might be wise to seek cover.

One thing was certain -- they would not be using the cookie cutters that Raven had found at 'Dite's Decadent Delights the other day.


[ooc: open as common rooms are, but enter at your own risk. :D (Cookie cutter link is kinda NSFW, but not graphic.)]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley Reyes was baking a cake. It was delicious, moist, and definitely not a lie.

It was chocolate cake with chocolate chips in it. He was baking it mainly in attempts to give something to Penelope to be all 'sorry I was a jackass playboy that weekend'.

He felt it needed cake to make the apology better.

[ooc: Severely open, like a common room.]