The Salle, Thursday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

People had been dreaming.

This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.

This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.

Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.

Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.

[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]

Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Thursday | July 15

[therewaslife]

Bod had spent last night dreaming. To have one night of dreams was unusual so having several nights worth had him completely confused. Still, getting to see his parents in his dreams every night like he'd never left wasn't something he'd question. It made the ache of missing them all the more apparent in the mornings but he managed to keep those feelings hidden.

After waking up from another dream, Bod had padded sleepily down to the common room and decided to spend some time there, eating crackers and trying to piece through the various variations of the dream. The television was playing some sort of cartoon but Bod wasn't really paying attention.

Instead, his thoughts, stuck on those dreams as they were, eventually wandered into daydreaming territory and he was back to seeing his parents, feeling them holding him and hearing their voices in his ear. It felt like he was there and not on the island. It was so...strange.

[CR's an open place and I wish I was still sleeping]

The Roof - Wednesday Night

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Sleeping alone in the room was unnerving. Alice had been gone for two weeks. Kyle had woken up a few times and found himself looking to the closet, wondering if the grain of the wood was different or if the sound that jarred him awake was from the air vent or from the creek he'd seen before Alice had disappeared into her other world. The closet stayed the way it should have been and the only noises were a normal part of dorm life.

This week, he wasn't sleeping much and tonight he was on the roof. There weren't many stars to look at with it being pretty cloudy, but there were still a few lights on in town and out somewhere in the distance to watch.

[OOC: Open for any night owls, foreigners, insomniacs or other assorted people who are awake.]

First Floor Lobby, Thursday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After talking to Karla, Dinah needed time to de-stress. Maybe a real bike ride around the island, instead of just going out on her motorcycle would work. She stopped in the lobby to pull on her biking gloves, then sat down to tie on her trainers, trying to decide where to go first.

[for one, but open afters!]