Roof [Friday Evening]

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The fact it was getting a little dark out up here wasn't the sort of things to deter Effy. She liked it, actually. It was comfortable, and besides, the roof was beginning to feel like an extension of her room, the amount of time she managed to spend up here doing absolutely fuck all. It was still warm, it felt like it was building up into some kind of storm, and damn she wanted to watch.

For once, she wasn't up here brooding, smoking, drinking or any of those other self-destructive habits she had and loved so much. Just leaning back and watching the sky to see where it would go.

[[It's a roof, and totally open!]]

second floor common room | afternoon | saturday | may 15

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Alex was continuing his whole plan of doing fuck all by sprawling himself on one of the common room couches and doing...fuck all. Well, he'd turned on the television (and stopped on some movie that looked mildly interesting) and he'd made himself some food (peanut butter and jelly sandwiches counted, right?) but, other than that, he was doing nothing.

To some, it might look like he was hungover but he was more...lazy. Just really damn lazy. Hungover would mean he was pissy and snappish. Luckily for everyone, he was still on a pretty even keel. Probably the fun he'd had last night. A good night with someone he liked was very helpful.

[open common room, sure!]

Shooting Range [Saturday evening]

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Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]

The roof, Saturday morning earlyish

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It was quiet on the roof this morning. The plants waved gently in the breeze and all was peaceful.

Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.

They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.

Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.

Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."

[OOC: Open wheeee!]

4th Floor CR, Saturday Evening

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Christian had just gone into the common room to make himself a cheese sandwich, which was about the extent of his cooking skills. He would have gotten the snack and left had it not been for the ... thing sitting on the couch; he would have assumed it was a toy, except the island was so very odd, and the thing kept humming at him tunelessly in a very not-toy-like way.

"Oh, er," he said, with a wave of one hand. "Hello? Did you ... need anything?"

And that was when the Furby went crazy. Christian covered his ears and approached what he was now desperately hoping was a toy cautiously, prodding at it with a forefinger. He was afraid that anything he did to turn it off would only make things worse.

[OOC: Open common room!]