The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur still had a leaf in his hair, nestled somewhere he couldn't actually feel it.

He also had some mud on his face.

He was also a little on the cranky side.

So giving him a sword was probably not the best idea on Earth, but it's not like anything could stop him. And he'd... shower after his training. He wasn't going to let a little weekend get him down.

As he was showing the dummy.

Yep.

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Second Floor Common Room/Blanket Fort - Sunday Night

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

The Second Floor Common Room was no more. The entire area was now a mish-mash of pillows, chairs, blankets and couches. King Edmund had a cardboard crown on his head. He surveyed his creation and nodded in satisfaction.

Now he just needed some subjects to rule! Or, more likely, someone to tell him where to shove his kingliness.

[OOC: BLANKET FORT.]

The Garden, Monday Afternoon

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

If anyone needed Leda they could find her in the garden.

Making mud pies.

Third Floor Common Room [late evening]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat didn't have much time left to appreciate all of the modern conveniences of this time and place, so he was taking full advantage by turning on the television (some guy with horribly dyed hair was talking about how everything was "money". It still looked like food to Mat) and making himself some food.

Well, setting popcorn on fire in the microwave. Someone save him from himself, please?