Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Workshops

[puppy_fair]

The usual supply of cookies and pastries was set out for everybody today, but apparently that wasn't enough for Kennedy, who while waiting for the group to show up kept heading back to the table to snag another cookie or muffin every few minutes despite the entire bag of Mooby Land burgers she was clutching (and constantly eating from, yes).

"Hey, everybody," she said once it was about time to start. "So, uh." She kept rolling her shoulders as she talked. No reason. "It's kinda been brought to my attention that sometimes? We're gonna end up dealing with something that might be able to hit us, but that we can't actually hit."

( Stupid gholam. She was still mad about that. )

Third floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[notmyownage]

No classes or work -- and not quite having the energy to go out and attempt to rebuild the trebuchet -- made for a nice lazy afternoon. Claudia was curled up on one side of the common room couch for a little light reading.

Look, when you spent more than half your time studying theoretical physics, Gravity's Rainbow WAS light reading. Maybe not as light as, say, Vonnegut, maybe. And, okay, she'd only made it 20 pages in, so far. She kept getting distracted by the whole thing with the giant blobby slime monster eating London.

Literature was totally screwed up, yo. English teachers never told you that.

[ooc: Do I have to meta Pynchon? Open!]