First Floor Lobby, All Day (Friday)

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After having broken a carafe and having to redo most of the cart (donuts with glass shard sprinkles were not something she thought was safe to feed the student body), Jennifer took drastic measures to makes sure cart number two went better.

She reverted back to being her 'normal' self. So there's be normal, petite Jennifer Walters in the lobby, ready to serve you pastries and various forms of caffeine for most of the day, barring her History final.

And she wasn't sulking about being her normal self. Really. She was just bummed that classes were over, honest.

[ooc: Open! I will be around to grab pings for a short bit this morning, and then after work!]

The pool, Friday morning

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"I really wish I could go to Sandover with you for a short visit," Dinah said over her shoulder to Jak, holding the door for him. She threw her towel on one of the pool chairs and kicked off her flip-flops. "But this'll have to do!"

[for the Sandover sweetheart, but open, as pools are]

5th Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[trigons_child]

Raven had been trying to make more of an effort to listen to the radio, so after hearing on Wednesday night that Anakin had talked to Max and then on Thursday that Max had been in a fight, she had confused mixed emotions. She was hesitant to jump to conclusions, but if what she suspected was correct, then she was dismayed that violence and injury had been done on her behalf, but she also experienced a strange warm and fuzzy feeling of satisfaction. It was...interesting.

This morning, because she was all done with classes, she had settled in the common room to watch her very first DVD purchase: season 1 of Rumor Gal. It was so she could study the complexities of emotions, really.

The weetiny snowangels who were marching through the room might disagree.


[My last day of work before ten days of vacation. Help me survive!]

Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]