2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Adventure! With the boundless energy of youth, Robin had hopped from his bowl in his room, down the hall, and into the common room. Where he was currently swinging on the faucet of the sink, babbling to himself in Tadpole.

[Open of course!]

4th Floor Common Room, Afternoon

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco had woken up in the morning and was even shorter than usual. He wasted no time eating large quantities of sugary cereal - most of which ended up on the floor rather than the bowl. Now, he was a wee tiny polar bear, lounging around the ground.

The television was on, there was cereal all over the place, and there was a polar bear chilling on the floor.

[ooc: Open like an open thing!]

The Garden, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo being shorter than Francine wasn't new; Katchoo being this much shorter than Francine was.

Also not new: Francine feeding people, where for the time being the term 'people' encompassed her tiny four-year-old roommate-slash-girlfriend, currently plunked down three feet in front of the TV and flipping through the channels because nobody wanted her anywhere near the food preparation. That remote control might get thrown sometime soon.

Why?

"STUPID GOLF! I WANNA WATCH SOMETHING ELSE!"

Because of that.

This could get messy, and that was even before the food.

[OOC: Francine modded with permission, common room is open. Beware of Chewie-flung projectiles.]

Third Floor Common Room [Saturday, Mid-morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

[[open common room!]]