Third floor common room, Thursday afternoon

[notmyownage]

So, cooking was basically just chemistry, right? Combine items in precise measurements, add a catalyst for a specified result. In this case, waffles. And Claudia was a physicist, but she totally rocked the chemistry on occasion. In theory, she should totally be awesome at this, too.

Unfortunately, being a scientist meant she also knew that just because something worked in theory didn't mean it actually worked in the real world.

It probably didn't help that she kept having to fight the urge to try and overclock the waffle iron.

[ooc: open]

The Roof [Thursday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

While everyone else might be down at the beach, getting their party on, Effy was making the most slightly emptier than usual dorms, by taking herself to the usually even emptier roof. Parties on this island were rarely Effy's style, and she didn't know this girl anyway...

It had been a while, since they'd been out at the cabins all this time and it being so fucking hot, since she'd spent any real time up here, and she actually kinda missed it. Something about the freedom of a view like this, maybe? The feel of sitting right on that edge. Something.

So now the evening was cooling things a little, she was sitting on the edge of the roof, hugging her knees as she smoked and looked out across the island. Spent a lot of time thinking (too much, probably), and this gave her just a little more of that.

[[Open like a roof!]]